tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364162572024-03-07T00:22:22.969-05:004 GUYS & A LADYLife with Down syndrome: recognize the similarities; celebrate the differences.nstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05154972683880046280noreply@blogger.comBlogger324125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-48951587099023501492013-10-31T18:13:00.000-05:002013-10-31T18:13:31.571-05:00How Do You Get to West Egg Village?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In Fitzgerald's classic novel, <i>The Great Gatsby</i>, the protagonist Nick Carraway had recently moved from the Midwest to a fictional village in New York. As anyone might after such a move, Nick felt a bit alone at first until someone stopped him on the road one day to ask a question.<br />
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<b><i>I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.</i></b></blockquote>
In ordinary life, the purpose of questions is to receive help. But in Nick's case, the question not only provided help for the one asking, but also for the one answering the question.<br />
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Most of us arrived in the land of Trisomy 21 with dozens of questions and no answers. We felt alone. And frightened.<br />
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But as we forged a way, we found others who could help us answer our questions. During the journey, we grew and changed and eventually learned that even we could begin to answer some simple questions for someone else. <br />
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And we felt alone no longer.<br />
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The best thing, then, about "31 for 21" is that in explaining a few answers to someone else, we are, like Nick, conferred the freedom of neighborhood in a much broader sense than otherwise possible. <br />
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Our family belongs to a small Mennonite church. From the beginning of our journey, the people of our community have listened as we have learned. They have traveled with us, not because they had to, but because they wanted to, not because they were governed by some constitutional law of equality or by some institutional regulation of the church, but because they were governed by the enduring principles for unconditional love which God has given to us all. <br />
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Sometimes I feel an uneasy guilt to be surrounded by so much support while we hear of others who are truly alone. We are aware that because of the integrity of the people who surround us, we have been cushioned from many of the blows others must take.<br />
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And so, every year when October comes, I wish in a small way to broaden the scope of understanding beyond our community. With the advantages of modern technology, neighborhood need no longer be confined to those in our physical location. And I hope that by sharing the things we are learning, a greater sense of neighborhood will be conveyed not only to those families with Trisomy 21, but also to those without.<br />
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It is, I think, not too far beyond the realms of possibility to dream that once again sharing the way to West Egg Village will be beneficial both to the stranger and to the villager.<br />
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kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-3161816874717661412013-10-30T19:53:00.000-05:002013-10-30T19:53:21.942-05:00Imagine a World without Contrast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The slogan of the National Down Syndrome congress is "<i>We are more alike than different</i>." In choosing this campaign, the organization wishes to remind us that we are all part of the race called human. They urge us to find the common thread that connects us all.<br />
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We need to be reminded from time to time of the great truth in that statement. America has often been referred to as the melting pot, a place which welcomes and thrives on diversity. But, we dare not forget that it is also a place with the ugly scars of racism, segregation, and abuse.<br />
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As we strive to break down stereotypes and open the gates to understanding, several thoughts keep coming back to me.<br />
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Recognition of similarities is not equal to condescension or pity for an inferior people. We must remember that the darkness of our assumed superior race didn't just exist during the times of atrocities against the early Indians or the African slaves. <br />
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The same darkness exists today inside each one of us and must be recognized before we can be truly compassionate. <br />
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Elizabeth Elliot has said "I used to say, 'We are all equal in the sight of God; here let me help you up to where I am!' But now I know, 'We are all equal in the sight of God; God have mercy on us all!"</div>
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But I feel a bit uneasy at telling people to "look at how alike we are", when, in reality, many of the things I most admire about Wade are the ways in which he is different from me. <br />
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And for this reason, as we aim to see beyond stereotypes to the recognition of a shared humanity, I believe our slogan needs to go farther than just acknowledging that "we are more alike than different". </div>
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We must also learn to <b><i>appreciate the things that make us different</i></b>.<br />
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The first picture is too light; the second is too dark; each has too much sameness to display anything very pleasing to the eye.<br />
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But with a balance of dark and light, the beauty of the true picture emerges.</div>
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The things that make you different from me are the very things that I must learn to respect and appreciate. And vice versa. It is the same principle Steven Covey wrote about in <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Habits-Highly-Effective-People/dp/0743269519/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383154722&sr=8-1&keywords=steven+covey" target="_blank">The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People</a></i>: </div>
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As I seek to understand our differences, I develop better vision for the world as God intended it to be. True humility recognizes that each personality adds a bit of color to a gray world, regardless of your chromosomes. </div>
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Fifty years ago, Madeleine L'Engle wrote about a terrifying planet in <i>A Wrinkle in Time.</i> At first glimpse, the underlying terror was not apparent. But as the story moves forward, the reader is gripped with the horror of living in a place of unaltered sameness controlled by the frightening monotony of a mechanical mind. </div>
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It is true that some repetition (sameness) gives us a sense of security whereas confusion tends to disorient us. But either extreme is terrifying. Life needs a mixture of likenesses and differences in order to help us better see the whole picture.</div>
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A full appreciation of this variety, however, does not come about by demanding that you see our likenesses. Nor does it flourish if you only see our differences. </div>
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Someone else said it best hundreds of years ago.</div>
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And it is only through application of this guideline--God's standard of love for all people--that we can truly have both diversity and unity.</div>
kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-28329648614949014962013-10-29T18:56:00.000-05:002013-10-29T18:56:30.395-05:00Just for Fun--Old VideoAfter waiting a long time to hear Wade speak, we were all delighted when he could finally say, "I love you!" <br />
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But then he decided he loved the speech therapist better. And so he would only say, "I <i>Sara</i>!" with her name whispered as if it were sacred. <br />
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His brothers decided one evening back then to <b>make </b>him say, "I love Chris!" or "I love Randall!"<br />
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It didn't work. But it did make fine memories.<br />
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<br />kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-44467638479902074462013-10-28T18:15:00.001-05:002013-10-28T18:15:44.288-05:00A Different Kind of Success<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This painting is one I would love to hang on my wall. I find it beautiful for two reasons: because it is lovely and because it was painted by someone with Down syndrome.</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">I don't need to tell you that Peggy LeAnn Tyler is accomplished. You can see it in the art she is holding and in the art on the wall behind her. You can read her success story <a href="http://www.standard.net/stories/2013/10/27/down-syndrome-doesnt-stop-artist-painting" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></div>
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In recent years, more stories like hers are being picked up by the media and, as we read them, we find ourselves deeply inspired and unusually moved.</div>
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All parents have dreams for their children, but for those of us who have given birth to a child with Down syndrome, we may feel that our dreams have been shattered. We read stories like this and we realize that there are still goals to inspire us. But we also realize, eventually, that for every individual with Down syndrome who becomes a "success" story, there will also be many individuals who will never be noticed, never achieve anything of fame, never be labeled "high functioning".</div>
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Culture has ingrained within us the paradigm of being identified by what we do rather than by who we are. We hear people say, "I'm a doctor, psychiatrist, musician, artist, dancer, etc." and we think that by hearing the title we know who they are.</div>
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Sometimes, then, we project these cultural images of success onto our children with disabilities, never realizing the damage we may be doing by putting them into situations that please us rather than them.</div>
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Does putting Sandy on the stage with the other dancers make her a success?</div>
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Does allowing Johnny to be a model for Target ads make him a success?</div>
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Does telling Kayla she can be anything she dreams make her more apt to succeed?</div>
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There is nothing wrong with striving for dreams and encouraging children to <i>be the best they can be</i>.</div>
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But while we are dreaming, let's not forget the noble things of Every Day that are just as worthy to achieve (or more) as all the accolades of fame. </div>
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Responsibility, good manners, respect, completion of household chores, empathy, encouragement, and genuine love: these achievements are quiet ones. But they are also honorable.</div>
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Our children do not need a place on the world stage in order to be a success. </div>
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They do need us to allow them to shine at the little things--dusting the house, taking out the garbage, folding the laundry. We need to let them know that by contributing essential jobs within the family they are just as accomplished as those who command the attention of the crowds.</div>
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Wade has a pretty little girl friend at school. As most girls do, she has a reason for the boy she likes. She told her mom,</div>
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<b>"I like Wade. He pats my back when I fall down."</b></div>
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Some of us weren't designed with a world stage in mind. Some of us are here to pat the backs of others when they fall.</div>
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If that is the sole legacy of Wade's whole life, I think it will be enough.</div>
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kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-32564906459187153072013-10-27T16:42:00.000-05:002013-10-27T16:42:58.959-05:00Those Who Were Seen Dancing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.melonystevensphotography.com/" target="_blank">Melony Stevens Photography</a> did some wonderful volunteer photos for our Buddy Walk yesterday. Melony is one of those people who met an extra chromosome one day and fell in love. She became a nanny to a little girl in our support group and quickly gained an appreciation for the goodness of life with a little extra. Since then she has volunteered to do free photo sessions for kids in our support group. She captures our children with great joy and love because of the joy and love within her. And therefore she sees beauty wherever she goes.</div>
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"But what is there to celebrate?" someone asked me not long ago. Look through Melony's eyes and you'll see.<br />
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Of all celebrations, Wade likes the Buddy Walk best. He treasures the shirt he gets each year, preferring to wear it above anything else in his closet. With between 500 and 600 participants, today was a day to be cherished again.</div>
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The oldest buddy there was 36. He loved the face painting and his shirt too.</div>
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The youngest buddy was 2 months, a precious bundle all wrapped up for the cold morning.</div>
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Wade loved the mascots--USC Aiken's Ace the Pacer and Auggie of the Augusta Green Jackets. Apparently, we were having too much fun to get many pictures though!</div>
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As always we are blessed by the many people who generously donate for the cause, from talented face painters to providers of food and places to bounce.</div>
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Blessings to all the Buddies who continuously enrich our lives.</div>
kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-10069643242567125512013-10-25T20:07:00.000-05:002013-10-25T20:07:18.624-05:00Secret Sparkles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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They are called Brushfield spots---light-colored speckles within the iris.<br />
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About ten to twenty percent of the typical population may have them.<br />
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Eighty-six percent of people with Down syndrome have them.<br />
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Because Wade's eyes are so dark, his Brushfield spots are not visible except in very bright light. In the picture above, they were slightly apparent when he was just a few months old.<br />
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I like to think of them as hidden sparkles that carry wonderful secrets from God to the People Who Know.<br />
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Several years ago, an advertisement offered contacts with Brushfield spots, so if your eyes didn't naturally have sparkles, you could buy them. <br />
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But I don't think the secrets were included.<br />
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<a href="http://www.nbcnews.com/health/how-down-syndrome-may-help-unravel-alzheimers-puzzle-8C11084898" target="_blank">Recent research</a> suggests that individuals with Down syndrome may hold the key to the mystery of Alzheimer's disease. The answer to unraveling the mystery and finding treatment or a cure just might be in that extra chromosome. And that would be a secret all of us would like to know before we get old enough to need it.<br />
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Who knows what other secrets there are among the sparkles? <br />
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Those who are cynical will belittle, the scorners will mock. <br />
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But behind the sparkles, I think God might be winking. <br />
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kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-54533241106626800132013-10-24T20:34:00.000-05:002013-10-24T20:35:57.884-05:00Hallucinating Again and Seeing Better"Mom, where is the nutmeg? I see garlic, ginger, Italian seasoning, marijuana leaves, mustard seed..."<br />
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<i>Marijuana leaves?! </i>Well, that would explain why we've all been feeling so euphoric!<br />
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To any concerned authorities, please note the referenced marijuana pictured below: <br />
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"I'm fantastical!" said Wade this morning.<br />
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But we kept his afternoon ENT appointment anyway because, with Wade, it can be difficult to tell the difference between fantastical and sick.<br />
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He's been experiencing nasal congestion the last couple of weeks, and with no tubes in his ears at present, we have to keep a close watch out for fluid build-up.. Wade takes Zyrtec and nasal spray at bedtime year round in order to keep his head clear. Because of his tiny Eustachian tubes, any time he gets congested, he ends up with fluid that won't drain on its own. <br />
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He has had four tubes in the right ear and two in the left ear (plus adenoid and tonsil removals). After the second tube came out of the left ear, it left a perforation that grew to encompass 60% of the ear drum. It was patched temporarily during subsequent surgeries, but the patches never stayed long enough for complete healing to take place. This had some effect on his hearing because of less surface area for vibration.<br />
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And so his brothers prayed faithfully every evening for Wade's ear to heal. And I prayed without faith (or ceased praying) because I knew it seemed very unlikely that it would heal.<br />
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But I am humbled. Today Dr. Vickery saw no sign of a perforation in the left ear. The ear drum is functioning as a healthy one and his hearing is normal. Dr. Vickery said, "I did not think that would happen."<br />
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In addition, Wade appears to be fighting off this congestion on his own. The right eardrum was not moving, but didn't appear to have fluid behind it, so we will wait and watch to see if it will improve without antibiotic. This will only be the second time Wade has ever been able to fight off the fluid on his own. And his tiny ear canals are growing also.<br />
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And I of Little Faith am praying thank-you prayers and apology prayers and please-help-my-unbelief prayers all at the same time. <br />
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Which all sound pretty much like this:<br />
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Dear God,<br />
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You're fantastical!<br />
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<i>The Lady</i><br />
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May I watch Berenstein Bears again, please, ma'am?</div>
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...but ready for early therapy and school again on Monday,</div>
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<i><b>When the light is green you go.</b></i></div>
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<i><b>When the light is red you stop.</b></i></div>
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<i><b>But what do you do</b></i></div>
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<i> --Shel Silverstein</i></div>
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And that just may be the best illustration of parenting I have ever seen. I know exactly what that blue traffic light with spots looks like. </div>
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** Which reminds me of <a href="http://4-guys.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-did-we-get-there-from-here.html" target="_blank">my favorite blue spotted light moment </a>ever.</div>
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What is unconditional love?<br />
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I see it demonstrated often among those who have that extra chromosome. I see also the desire for it among many individuals without an extra chromosome as they beg others to be tolerant, non-judgmental, and unprejudiced. <br />
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I think of the two commandments: love God and love others. And I wonder what it all really looks like lived out on an imperfect Earth.<br />
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Does loving Wade unconditionally mean that I accept his deficits without trying to change him? <br />
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Does giving him years of therapy mean that deep down I am really not happy with him the way he is?<br />
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Nathan is a young adult with Down syndrome. His parents have decided to have him participate in trials for a drug which could greatly improve cognitive function in individuals with Trisomy 21. They hope this will someday allow him to function more independently.<br />
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Many other parents refused to participate in the same research program because of fears that the son or daughter they loved would be fundamentally changed in some way.<br />
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Kaitlyn's mother decided to use growth hormone therapy when Kaitlyn was still quite young. She felt that a more typical height would make Kaitlyn act more responsibly because people would realize how old she was and would expect more from her.<br />
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Roy Richard Grinker is an anthropologist who has written a book about autism and his experiences with his daughter Isabel.<br />
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<b><i>Sometimes at night, Isabel has a hard time falling asleep. It helps her if I sit in a chair in her bedroom. Looking at her then, from across the room, I see two different Isabels. There is Isabel awake--often hyperactive and isolated--and Isabel asleep, a beautiful child drifting into a calm night. And then I realize something unsettling: I feel more affection for the sleeping Isabel. She looks so peaceful and relaxed. And I wonder what this says about me. Do I love her less when she's a real person, awake and in the world?</i></b></blockquote>
--from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unstrange-Minds-Remapping-World-Autism/dp/0465027644/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1382296744&sr=1-1&keywords=unstrange+minds" target="_blank"><i>Unstrange Minds:</i> <i>Remapping the World of Autism</i></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.schuylersmonsterblog.com/" target="_blank">Robert Rummel-Hudson</a> writes about his experiences with his daughter Schuyler who has a rare neurological disorder. He speaks of the difficulty of maintaining a balance between unconditional love and advocacy.<br />
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<b><i> Schuyler's father has lost the balance between being the kind of dad who lets his daughter make mistakes so that she can learn from them and the kind who is there to keep her from wandering too far from herself. He struggles with the balance between accepting her for the astonishing human being that she is, and fighting to tear down the obstacles that have been unfairly and arbitrarily placed in her path. Her father’s advocacy is balanced very precariously, as it always has been.</i></b></blockquote>
-- from "Balances" at <i><a href="http://supportforspecialneeds.com/2013/09/23/balances/" target="_blank">Support for Special Needs</a> </i><br />
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Walker is the son of journalist Ian Brown. Walker was born with a genetic condition so rare that it is documented in perhaps 300 people worldwide. <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Boy-Moon-Fathers-Understand-Extraordinary/dp/B009NPKZSU/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1382299226&sr=1-1&keywords=boy+in+the+moon" target="_blank">The Boy in the Moon</a></i> tells Walker's story with both the detachment of a journalist and the agony of a father. In an interview, Ian Brown said he often hears parents of handicapped children say that they wouldn't change their children or trade them for anything. "But I would," says Brown. "I'd trade Walker...in an instant. I wouldn't trade him for my sake, for our sake, but I would trade him for his sake."<br />
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<b><i>Sometimes watching Walker is like looking at the moon: you see the face of the man in the moon, yet you know there's actually no man there. But if Walker is so insubstantial, why does he feel so important? What is he trying to show me? All I really want to know is what goes on inside his off-shaped head, in his jumped-up heart. But every time I ask, he somehow persuades me to look into my own.</i></b></blockquote>
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So what is unconditional love? Do these parents love their children any less for wanting to change them? Absolutely not. Their ragged, aching, vibrant and rending love is apparent in every word they write, in every step they advocate.<br />
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Do I love myself unconditionally? I think I do. Most of us do. Do I ever wish to change myself? Absolutely! <br />
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Do I love my other children? Do I allow them to grow up unchecked and untrained simply because I love them unconditionally? No, because that wouldn't really be love at all.<br />
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Couldn't we say that loving someone unconditionally is loving them for who they are while also seeing them for who they can be? So then true love will mean doing my best with the knowledge I have at the moment to give my child the vision and ability to strive to be his best. At the same time, I must also love him exactly as he is during the process. <br />
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Is that easy? No, it isn't. But as I spend my days trying to choreograph the delicate dance of love, I often catch faint glimpses of something else--wisps of something torn, but lovely.<br />
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These three authors above who express in poignant language their paradoxical love for their broken, beautiful children, also express their lack of belief in God, often citing anger toward him for the way they feel He has made their children suffer.<br />
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And yet....<br />
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Their devotion for their children is utter and complete to the point of a willingness to trade places with their children if possible.<br />
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That is unconditional love.<br />
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It is the same love God the Father felt for his broken beautiful children. A love so great that he opened His arms wide and took our place. A love so boundless that He died so we wouldn't have to.<br />
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But He knew that life would happen and we would become cynical and hurt and would cry out in anger against Him and refuse to believe Him.<br />
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And so he set Eternity in our hearts. And he made dads and moms who love broken children. And he gave us the desire to live in a perfect world and to strive for a more perfect world for the children that we love.<br />
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Our unconditional love is the remnant, torn though it may be, of the Paradise we first inhabited.<br />
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And it is the beginning of the way back.<br />
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<i>If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world. </i><br />
<i> ---</i>C. S. Lewis<br />
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<i>He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men.</i><br />
<i> </i>Ecclesiastes 3:11<br />
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<br />kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-63259910175528891762013-10-19T19:12:00.000-05:002013-10-19T19:12:31.465-05:00Conversations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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<i><b>Wade</b> (kissing me good-night):</i> Good-night, Bob the Builder!<br />
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<b><i>Me:</i></b> <i> </i>I'm not Bob the Builder! I'm mom!<br />
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<i><b>Wade</b> (chuckling delightedly):</i> Silly goose, Mother!<br />
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<b><i>Wade:</i></b> I had a dream!<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </i>What was it about?<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Wade: </i>Driving, elephant, mouse, and Dr. Vickery!<br />
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<i>(This dream is not intended to bear any resemblance to a similar statement from Martin Luther King, Jr.)</i><br />
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<b style="font-style: italic;">Wade: </b> Chris, stop whistling or I'll slap your head!<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Me: </i>WHAT????!!!!!!!!<br />
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<i><b>Wade </b>(loftily): </i>Never mind. I was talking to Chris.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Chris (</i><i>seriously)</i><i style="font-weight: bold;">: </i>Is there a law against knitting while you drive?<br />
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(Some conversations just leave me opening and shutting my mouth with no sound coming out.)<br />
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Thursday morning, 3:15 a.m. I see a light in the living room and go out to investigate. Wade is sitting in the rocker reading <i>Curious George</i>. I remind him that it's still night (see, it's dark outside!) and he agreeably lets me tuck him back in bed. (Go to sleep and stay in bed until a more appropriate time, please.)<br />
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Thursday evening. I tuck Wade in bed. The next day is a school field trip. I tell him to stay in bed all night. "If you wake up and it's still dark outside, just go back to sleep." He agrees sweetly.<br />
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Friday morning. Randall comes out to the kitchen. "Mom, why in the world was the front porch light on at 6:00 this morning?"<br />
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Oh. Guess I should have been more specific about what "still dark outside" means.kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-14343403783276782432013-10-17T20:02:00.001-05:002013-10-17T20:02:25.656-05:00Able!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A couple of years ago, spurred by changes in the economy, Nevin decided to end his career as a home builder. An opportunity arose to begin a business producing sauces and dressings, and thus <a href="https://www.facebook.com/WoodsideKitchen" target="_blank">Woodside Kitchen</a> was born. Of course, it wasn't all quite that simple. In reality, it included tearing out hair and sweating blood, but nevertheless, here we are today in a new realm.<br />
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A couple of important factors went into our decision: <br />
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About the time when we were thinking most seriously about going through with this, we had a family come and talk to our support group who had two adults with Down syndrome, one biological and one adopted. These young people were well-mannered, capable, confident, and joyful. In spite of good work ethics, however, they were having difficulty finding good employment. As they and their parents shared their stories, it became apparent to us that much of the problem lay in finding an employer who understood and was willing to take the extra steps needed to make employment a success.<br />
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It occurred to us that evening that Woodside Kitchen (which was as yet unnamed and non-existent!) could provide the kind of environment and the type of work which could serve the disability community quite well. And so we went forward, believing that this would be one of the most worthy goals for which we could strive.<br />
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Since then, we have read about a few other companies with similar goals.<br />
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<a href="http://www.dyecreekcapital.com/" target="_blank">Dye Creek Capital</a> of Wilmington, NC, is an investment firm seeking to make a difference. Young adults with various special needs are hired to greet clients, or tend to clerical or custodial tasks. Ben and Amy Wright, the inspiration and owners of this business, are the parents of four children, two of whom have Down syndrome.<br />
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Their dedication to supporting those with disabilities is apparent right down to the pottery displayed in the lobby (by <a href="http://christianroyalpottery.com/" target="_blank">Christian Royal</a>) and the paintings hung on the walls (by an art student who has Down syndrome).<br />
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You can read more about Dye Creek in this article: <a href="http://www.starnewsonline.com/article/20131013/articles/131019913?p=1&tc=pg" target="_blank">"Investment Firm Buys into Hiring Special Needs Employees".</a><br />
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Habitat International is another inspiring businesses. <br />
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Habitat's story has been told in the book <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Able-Companys-Extraordinary-Workforce-Disability/dp/193210044X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382024925&sr=8-1&keywords=able+nancy+henderson" target="_blank">Able</a>. </i>One of the most fascinating things about this story is the work environment David Morris has been able to create by allowing his employees to make use of their unique talents to bond a sort of brotherhood where everyone feels needed and valued. The statistics below (taken from the book) show that the value of the employees is real and not just a make-work-because-I-feel-sorry-for-you-program.<br />
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Without government assistance, Morris's company has prospered even in the economic downturn. Habitat can boast:<br />
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<li>Only one minor accident among the workers with disabilities.</li>
<li>Practically no absenteeism.</li>
<li>Very little turnover due to job dissatisfaction or firings.</li>
<li>Cross-training for all employees, thereby ensuring job flexibility.</li>
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Memory verses at school are a stretch for Wade.<br />
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The first few weeks were good because the verses were short. At school, the children say the verse every time they are dismissed for break (what a wonderful practice!!) and I could tell that was helping him tremendously. I also printed the verse and stuck it to the back of my driver's seat so it would be before his eyes as we traveled to and from school. But as time goes on and the verses get longer and have words like <i>exalteth</i> and <i>generations, </i>the memory work is floundering. Wade will start out saying this week's verse and then revert to a previous verse, especially if it has similar wording.<br />
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So this week, after some advice from the music therapist, we are trying a new method: setting his verse to music. The music certainly helps him to be actively and happily involved for 10 or 15 minutes working on learning it. We'll keep experimenting every week and see how it helps. <br />
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He poured it into a large kettle and said he was making sausage gravy.</div>
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And leaf fights should be part of every fall....</div>
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kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-63821013954834643862013-10-14T18:29:00.000-05:002013-10-14T18:29:02.951-05:00The Clowns of GodI always find it interesting to be reading a book and find an unexpected reference to Down syndrome. The ways different authors deal with the subject are intriguing and I often wonder what has influenced the way they write.<br />
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A few years ago, I picked up the book <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Clowns-God-Morris-West/dp/1902881842/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381700156&sr=8-1&keywords=the+clowns+of+god" target="_blank">The Clowns of God</a> </i>at random, piqued by the unusual title. More than halfway through reading it, I was surprised to find mention of a little school of children with Down syndrome. The school was sponsored by a grant from the French government and by the charity of wealthy individuals, one of whom had nicknamed the children <i>les petites bouffonnes du bon Dieu</i>... or "God's little clowns..."<br />
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Written over thirty years ago, the book explores end time events brought about by the imminent threat of all-out nuclear war. The story weaves together politics and Catholicism, raising questions that neither politics nor religion can fully answer.<br />
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At the end of the book, Jesus makes an appearance to a group of people hiding out in the mountains. The people waver between doubt and belief and wish for proof that this is indeed Jesus. Included in the group is the little school of children with Down syndrome, and Jesus asks to hold one of them on his lap. He then says:<br />
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<b><i>I know what you are thinking. You need a sign. What better one could I give than to make this little one whole and new? I could do it; but I will not. I am the Lord and not a conjuror. I gave this mite a gift I denied to all of you--eternal innocence. To you she looks imperfect--but to me she is flawless, like the bud that dies unopened or the fledgling that falls from the nest to be devoured by the ants. She will never offend me, as all of you have done. She will never pervert or destroy the work of my Father's hands. She is necessary to you. She will evoke the kindness that will keep you human. Her infirmity will prompt you to gratitude for your own good fortune...More! She will remind you everyday that I am who I am, that my ways are not yours, and that the smallest dust mote whirled in darkest space does not fall out of my hand...I have chosen you. You have not chosen me. This little one is my sign to you. Treasure her!</i></b> </blockquote>
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This is a book of fiction. But fiction can be a powerful vehicle to convey truth. In today's often superficial world where appearance is more important than truth and where sophistication is more to be praised than innocence, Morris West's assessment deserves, at the very least, a moment of serious thought.<br />
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His words ring true to me, because I have had similar thoughts in the last years. Thoughts that challenge my innate assumption that "normal" is better and anomalies are flawed. Gradually, I am realizing that some of the <a href="http://4-guys.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-things-hell-never-do.html" target="_blank">things Wade will never do</a> are because he will not possess the level of complex thought required to be evil. <br />
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And I remember that once there was a world where created beings were made to be innocent. A realm where evil was not recognized. A place where humans walked with God.<br />
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A garden that was called Paradise.<br />
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Sometimes we hear surprise sentences from Wade with words we didn't expect.</div>
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Dad: You're looking nice, Wade!</div>
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Wade: Yes, I'm pretty handsome.</div>
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Wade: It means this.</div>
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he would make me look like this!</div>
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Oh well. Maybe the girls will still like me.</div>
<br />kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-33593553149179665252013-10-11T20:00:00.000-05:002013-10-11T20:00:26.026-05:00Public Service PostDid you know that when the brain doesn't get perceptual change it will hallucinate in order to provide variety for itself?<br />
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<b>There is even a special term for the trains of brilliantly colored and varied hallucinations which come to console or torment those kept in isolation or darkness: "the prisoner's cinema." </b></blockquote>
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<b>Total visual deprivation is not necessary to produce hallucinations---visual monotony can have much the same effect.</b> </blockquote>
from <i>Hallucinations</i> by Oliver Sacks<br />
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Thus sailors on a calm sea, travelers on a sandy desert or a snowy prairie, or pilots of high-altitudes may find themselves subject to a bored brain trying to create variety. Likewise, auditory monotony may also lend itself to auditory hallucinations.<br />
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So, perhaps by giving us "<a href="http://4-guys.blogspot.com/2013/10/what-do-siblings-think.html" target="_blank">interesting variety</a>" in our lives, God is saving our brains from having to make up the stimulation it needs. Have you ever thought of thanking God for the variety of life that keeps you sane?<br />
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In case, however, this week hasn't provided you with enough variety, I feel an obligation to keep you from hallucinating.<br />
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These pictures are what the doctor ordered.<br />
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The attachment. No piercing required.</div>
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Live lizard earring. Totally chic.</div>
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Other attachments. No lizards were harmed.</div>
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Why blog about Down syndrome every day for a month?<br />
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It is, after all, one of the most recognized disabilities. Most people know a little bit about Down syndrome. And if they are not directly involved with someone who has Down syndrome, why would they be interested in knowing more?<br />
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Not so many years ago, we wouldn't have been motivated to get involved either. It was easy to dismiss groups banding together for a cause as being part of another world quite separate from ours. <br />
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But then we received a little package of motivation called Wade. It's amazing what a personal encounter will do to stretch your horizons. Because of him, our worldview has expanded to include the realization that<i><b> the things we are learning are not just about Down syndrome.</b></i><br />
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They are about humanity and the lives we live and the emotions we feel and the opportunities we allow others to experience. You don't need an extra chromosome in the family to know the universal law of treating others the way you wish to be treated. The underlying moral principle in the Golden Rule is shared by almost every religion and culture worldwide.<br />
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But sometimes, in spite of our best efforts, we don't know how to treat someone who is different from us. Our lack of understanding can breed fear and avoidance.<br />
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Because I knew so little when Wade was born, I was afraid of that extra chromosome, afraid of the future, afraid of the unknown. Today, I see parents who have received a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome coming to our support group and gathering information so they can prepare ahead of time. And I greatly admire their foresight and courage.<br />
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What was it Dumbledore said? "Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."<br />
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But when you learn that your fear is named Wade, or Peyton, or Corey, or Maggie, or Azariah---then the unknown becomes known, and the future has a face.<br />
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These faces teach us that one of the most basic longings of humanity is to be known and loved for who we are, no matter the color of our skin, the extent of our possessions, the fact of our orientation, or the number of our chromosomes.<br />
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Ron Hall and Denver Moore wrote a book that reaches across cultures to break down stereotypes and to give glimpses of the better world that is possible when we seek first to understand. This book has nothing to do with Down syndrome and everything to do with all of humanity. An international art dealer and a homeless man have nothing in common, it seems. Not even the color of their skin. Yet, they discover, there is a thread that connects them--fragile at first and then enduring and strengthening until it becomes a band of love.</div>
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And so it can be for all of us. Because when I take the time to really listen to you, I learn that, not only do we have a common bond, but also that you are the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Same-Kind-Different-Modern-Day-International/dp/084991910X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1381367889&sr=1-1&keywords=the+same+kind+of+different+as+me" target="_blank">same kind of different as me</a>.<br />
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<br /><i><b>“I used to spend a lotta time worryin' that I was different from other people, even from other homeless folks. Then, after I met Miss Debbie and Mr. Ron, I worried that I was so different from them that we wadn't ever gon' have no kind a' future. But I found out everybody's different - the same kind of different as me. We're all just regular folks walkin' down the road God done set in front of us. The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin' in between, this earth ain't no final restin' place. So in a way, we is all homeless - just workin' our way toward home.” </b></i><br /><br /> --Denver Moore from <i>Same Kind of Different As Me</i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />kkstritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01480665675858898969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36416257.post-86656489469967632982013-10-09T21:32:00.003-05:002013-10-09T21:32:50.569-05:00Here's a Thought<br />
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<b><i>It is 1979, a basketball game in the Brandeis gym. The team is doing well, and the student section begins a chant, "We're number one! We're number one!" </i></b></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span> from <i>Tuesdays with Morrie </i>by Mitch Album<br />
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I attribute the surprises of Wade's brain to Trisomy 21.</div>
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But then Chris talks about waking up in the morning and seeing a colored circular line-up of all the days with the current day zooming in for a close-up view.<br />
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And Randall sees black numbers lined up in strange ways in two-dimensional squares laid out at ascending right angles with lighted backgrounds ranging in shades from white to dark gray. He sees days of the week like a boardwalk with each board being a day. His days of the week and his numbers go from right to left, which really freaks me out. <br />
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Nevin has weird urges to drive off bridges when he crosses them, an impulse which he shares with nearly all of his siblings. Now that's got to be genetic, right? (And I didn't know that about him until relatively recently!)<br />
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Aaaaaaaaaak! My brain doesn't operate in those ways; therefore, I would have to conclude that I alone am normal. <br />
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But then I seem to recall tendencies to laugh uncontrollably when over-stressed, under-rested, in church, or at midnight. And Nevin doesn't understand that at all. "What's so funny?" he says. And, for me, the fact that nothing is funny, and that he doesn't understand how funny nothing can be, is absolutely the funniest thing of all.<br />
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And I'm sure <i>he </i>wouldn't have been surprised that my camera didn't capture the little elf that I saw, sitting on this leaf hammock swinging on a spider's thread twenty feet from Nowhere.<br />
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In conclusion, before you think we're just a family of aliens, I would like to point out that all people have quirks in their brains, some more than others (and if you can't think of a quirk someone else can probably point it out for you). But part of the beauty of life is that, if we pay attention, each of those different kinds of brains can contribute something unique to society that would otherwise be lacking.</div>
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<i><b>...Because sometimes you need a biologist,</b></i></div>
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<i><b>and sometimes you need a poet.</b></i></div>
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<i><b>Sometimes you need a scientist,</b></i></div>
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<i><b>and sometimes you need a song.</b></i></div>
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<i> --Rob Bell</i></div>
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And, sometimes, just maybe, you need an extra chromosome. I know our family did.</div>
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Even though Down syndrome is a common disability, relatively little is known about exactly how that extra chromosome works in affecting development and cognition.<br />
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This spring, neuroscientist Anita Bhattaacharyya published <a href="http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2013-05/uow-dsn052313.php" target="_blank">new research</a> that gives us a limited peek into the brains of people like Wade. From her medical report, I understand two things:<br />
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<li><b>Connections between neurons are less, with only about 60% of the typical synapses and synaptic activity.</b></li>
<li><b>A higher level of oxidative stress is present in the neurons from birth, which could contribute to the presence of accelerated again and Alzheimer's in middle-aged individuals with Down syndrome </b></li>
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And those are all vastly detailed studies with many things I don't understand at all.<br />
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But I do understand that I live with a child whose brain is different. I cannot observe him day after day without realizing that his brain works differently from the general population.<br />
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And this is what that looks like.<br />
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He is very apt to take memorized sentences from a book or movie and repeat them at appropriate (or inappropriate) times. But he struggles to express simple ideas on his own.<br />
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For example, one day he said, "I love you! Bye!" and from the way he said it I knew it was a repeat from something he had heard. <br />
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So I asked him who said that and he said immediately, "Bob!"<br />
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I asked, "Who is Bob?"<br />
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He screwed up his face and thought hard. Finally he said, "Larry the Cucumber."<br />
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And he was very happy that I finally realized he was talking about Bob from Veggie Tales.<br />
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He knows that the videos are called Veggie Tales, but his brain just didn't connect everything at the right time for him to tell me that he was talking about Bob from Veggie Tales. <br />
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His brain is not, however, consistently disconnected. Sometimes he pulls it all together. I was leaving school at the end of recess one day last week. He ran over to hug me good-bye and said clearly, "I played Duck, Duck, Goose. I'm going to work fast."<br />
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And it always amazes me the things he remembers to bless in his prayers. "Dear God, bless help Daddy. Van wrecked. Bless computer, Fancy Pants, Winnie the Pooh, and phone."<br />
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He also has the ability to see things we don't (until he uncannily points them out): Bethlehem in the pan of bread sticks, winking eyes in a pool of ketchup, and Grandpa in his piece of toast.<br />
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In school, adding makes sense and is relatively easy. But reversing the process for subtraction is more difficult. Naming the number <b style="font-style: italic;">after </b>a given number is easy, numbers <b><i>before </i></b>are harder because he has to think through a process backward.<br />
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And he observes with his eyes much more than he hears with his ears.<br />
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One day he was playing outside while I weeded the flower beds while wearing garden gloves. As I worked, I showed him the snowball bush that was blooming and told him about the plant parts, stem, leaves, and flowers. He listened attentively (I thought). <br />
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The next day he saw a pair of heavy winter gloves that I had used while cleaning out and organizing the freezer. I happened to see him suddenly grab those gloves, put them on, and head outside as if he had a mission in mind. I followed him and this is what I saw.<br />
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I don't think he heard a word of my lesson on plant parts. But he did notice that I was wearing gloves while I showed him the flower!<br />
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Even though oddities such as this happen regularly, my brain still feels stunned with amazement when they occur. <br />
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I look at his fuzzy brown head and wonder what really is going on in there.<br />
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And I think the next tourist attraction that should be developed is not the opportunity to take trips to Mars, but, instead, the chance to take trips through other people's brains. <br />
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Well, actually, that might be like a trip to Mars.<br />
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Welcome to our planet.<br />
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<i>(When brain tours become available, these will be my top four tours: Trisomy 21, artists, mathematicians, and musicians.)</i><br />
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