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Grown Ups and Downs – A Down Syndrome Blog2019-07-21T10:46:08-06:00
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In fact, sharing the theme of “What are you going to do when he grows up?” Has been my honor on sites across the globe and also ‘live’ at a Listen to Your Mother Event.

Following the “rules of blog” –  I sometimes share moments from then (we have 27 years of material to choose from) and I share moments from now. If I leave you with a question in this down syndrome blog, feel free to ask it. If I leave you with a revelation, feel free to share it. If I post a general rant or big news that has nothing to do with Marcus, well, that’s the blogger’s prerogative.

Here are some blogs or subjects to start with. Or just scroll down for our most recent adventures!

Rear View Mirror

 

Looking Forward

In a few weeks I’m going to a conference I really enjoy. The DSDN (Down Syndrome Diagnosis Network) Rockin’ Mom conference. I’ll be presenting and sharing at several sessions.

The two other years I’ve been able to join this party, I’ve been the mom with the oldest child. (We always clarify, “Moms of older kids” not “older moms.” Words matter! Ha!)

I’ll be sharing this year about writing/blogging and advocacy with storytelling. I’m on a panel with other moms of older kids. And I’m giving a big speech on self-care.

I’ll tell them a bit about what I wish I knew.  Maybe talk a birth story or two. And for

You Can be a Hero

Let’s go back several years, no need to count how many, to the August of my 18th birthday. I had graduated that Spring, moved “away from home”, was legally (almost) an adult (19 is adulthood in the state of Nebraska) and excited to embrace two civic duties now available to me: 1) Vote* 2) Give blood.The first was easily registered, the second wasn’t. Turns out to give blood I had to be 18 and have certain healthy weight and blood pressure qualifications, which I did not. I even tried to negotiate with the nurse, to no avail. I'm asking for two things for my birthday this year, read on to give one.

Some of the Marcus Equation

When you have a child with an intellectual disability the tests come early and often. Medical tests, intervention tests, IQ tests.

IQ tests are the worst.  On the parents.  I’ll never forget Marcus’ first IQ test, he was three. He communicated mostly with action/expression and sign language. But not that day, well I take it back. He was clearly communicating, just not compliant. An important differentiation that, as his mother, I could see but the Ph.D. in the room clearly could not, Or did not.

One moment that stood out, the psychiatrist held before Marcus a doll with its head off, laying in her hand next to its body. She held the decapitated doll and asked, “What’s wrong with this?”

Oh! Let me count the ways! I thought. “What are you trying to achieve here?” I asked.

“It’s a standard question,” she defended.

“Great. Some doctor

The Storyteller and the Truth – Part One

 

I remember emotional points, touch the bruises, and swim in the revelation. However, I have a terrible time trying to remember dates. At what age did I learn to ride a bike? When was my first road trip? Even important moments, like when did my son take his first steps? When did he begin using complete sentences? Or when did he start, really start, to tell me the stories that play through his imagination? Marcus just turned 27 and I think I’ve been saying “for over ten years” for three, maybe four, years.

I could dig back into the notebooks. There are so many notebooks. Most writing sessions begin with Marcus rubbing his hands in anticipation and exclaiming; “It’s time!” Then he’s off – dialogue, characters, and action coming fast and furiously. Me

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