Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Self-Portraits


Wade likes to photograph himself...


whenever


there is no one responsible around...


to take the camera away.


Unfortunately,


during an unauthorized


photo session,


he broke


the camera.


Uh, oh.


 Or at least,


that's what his brothers


would like us to believe.
What do you think?


Sunday, June 09, 2013

When You Look At a Sunset, What Do You See?


Thoughtful people in the nineties [1890s] told themselves in all seriousness that they should no longer admire a sunset.  After all, it was nothing but the refraction of white light through dust particles in layers of air of variable density.
                           - Jacques Barzun in Use and Abuse of Art

Just as Keats knew that cold philosophy will "clip an angel's wing" and "unweave a rainbow", so also do we now know that biology will never capture the true essence of Down syndrome.

It is for this reason that each year we go with Wade and speak to a group of 200 first-year medical students.


We invite them to step outside the textbook for a moment into a world of upside-down elephants and mud-puddle geography.  A world where diversity brings unity and brokenness has value.  A world where doctors share the stage with those who have 47 chromosomes.


This year we were joined by an amazing young woman from Florida, who is the sister of a med student from last year's class.  She shared in her own words what it is like to be an adult with Down syndrome as she attends college and navigates (alone) a campus with some 30,000 other students.  Her story was honest, spunky, touching, and funny.  Her family came along with her, including the brother-in-law she introduced as "The Rat".  Her words were inspirational, not only to the students, but also to our family; and Wade loved having his picture taken with her.

Wade also spoke to the class this year:  "Hello, everyone.  My name is Wade Strite.  I am six years old."  He did well, introducing himself slowly and distinctly, and then later reading sentences that the students typed for him.

The interaction with the students and the thoughtfulness of their questions made a great discussion.  We hope they will go on asking questions, searching for answers, and allowing those answers to make a difference in the lives of their patients.

To what extent does a genetic deviation determine the destiny of a person?

Is one life more valuable than another?  How do we measure value?

Is it possible that those with brain anomalies are able to supply our world with needed talents the rest of us lack?


Temple Grandin seeks to explain some of these unusual strengths in her latest book The Autistic Brain: Thinking Across the Spectrum. She concludes, "If all genetic brain disorders were eliminated, people might be happier, but there would be a terrible price."

She goes on to say, "Neuroanatomy isn't destiny.  Neither is genetics.  They don't define who you will be.  But they do define who you might be.  They define who you can be."

And, I would add, sometimes they also define who the rest of us are.

Sometimes in this world, we are enabled to become so compelled by passionate belief that we can swallow our fear of 200 very intelligent medical students in order to share something much bigger than ourselves.  Sometimes it takes the personal observation of an extra chromosome in order for us to appreciate the purpose and beauty of many other orientations of brain function.

Sometimes, perhaps, it takes a small voice saying, "I am six years old" in order for us to enjoy the sunset again.


Saturday, April 13, 2013

You Never Can Tell



It might be a demonstration of sweet brotherly love...


...or it might just be a game of Angry Birds Star Wars.


It's spring...
golf and love are blending at the Masters...


...proposals on the greens are the new trend...
and Randall is wondering...

"Has anyone ever proposed on all fours?"

(Any future girlfriends should probably be forewarned.)



Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Easter Equation



Unconditional love + amazing grace + redemption = Happy Easter!


Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Remedies by Wade



That's not a broken spot on the kitchen counter top.  
It's a leaf!


How do you fix a headache?
Why with a Band-Aid, of course!


When children don't close their eyes when they pray...
a parent has to help them.


(Oops!  George is curious!)


All food has artistic potential.
This is the house that Wade built.  

 

If your glasses keep sliding down your nose,
just hold them up with your feet.


When the dishwasher breaks,
make sure you have older brothers.


The more often you draw Grampa...


...the better he looks!


Randall is amazed.


So is Chris.



Which introduces one last piece of advice:
when your eyeballs seem to be leaving,
smile big and no one will notice.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

World Down Syndrome Day 2013



Some of the best words are pictures. 
Look at them with your heart.

Happy World Down Syndrome Day 2013! from Conny Wenk on Vimeo.

...from Conny Wenk whose camera captures the extra behind the ordinary

Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Evolving Before Our Eyes


Wade has been quite proud of being a big boy for some time now, so I was a bit astonished to hear this conversation with Grandma.
Grandma:  Come along, little man.
Wade (indignantly):  I'm not a little man!  I'm a woman!
Several days later Wade mumbled something about a woman.  I didn't catch what he said, so I asked him to repeat.
Wade:  Mumble, mumble, mumble...Woman!
Me:  What about a woman?
Wade:  Mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble...Woman!
Me:  Are you a woman?
Wade:  No!!  Mommy--woman!  Christopher--camel!  I'm an angel!  
(!!!!)

It's evolution happening before our eyes! I remember only a few years ago when he thought he was a monkey. He seems to be advancing through the evolutionary process much faster than the rest of us. And notice the steps of progression:
  monkey (camel)...
 man...
woman...
angel!!!

And all I've got to say about that is

I'm already in the third stage!
  

The angel wipes the tears of the camel.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Sweet Sleep


Wade's sleep patterns have always been somewhat of a mystery to me.

As an infant, if I had not awakened him, he would have slept the night away every night.  He never woke up crying in the night. (Didn't he feel hunger pangs?) I had to wake him up to get him to eat, and even then it was a struggle keeping him (or me!) awake long enough to feed him.  

But as he became older and more ambulatory, he started to wander in the night and we seriously wondered about the quality of his sleep.  Was he actually sleeping all night or was he just silently awake? 

We finally had a sleep study done with a resulting diagnosis of moderate sleep apnea.  In hopes of improved breathing and better sleep quality, his ENT performed a tonsillectomy to remove the large tonsils from his small airway.

Now, seven months after the surgery, we are happy to see that both his snoring and his night time wandering have ceased.  He does seem to be a social sleeper, sometimes getting out of his bed and moving in with Randall in the middle of the night, or sleeping half a nap in his bed and the other half wherever he happens to lie down closer to the action of the household.  

And he still gets up early in the morning, but apparently he is just wired to be a morning person. At 6:00 a.m., Wade goes from deep slumber to stark awakening like toast popping out of a toaster.  One second he's sleeping, the next he's fully functional.  And then this warm little piece of toast likes to crawl up on us and pry open our eyelids to see if we're waking up yet.   (Well, yes, now we're awake!)

But while he is asleep, he always provides me with the most interesting photo ops:
folded up...covered up...stretched out...tucked under...with spectacles...with George...with underwear.

With underwear??????

No, I don't understand either.









But before sleep, he likes to tell God about his day and I'm sure God is much better at understanding his prayers than I am.  I only catch snatches here and there.  

Sometimes, instead, he sings his favorite bedtime prayer in which he remembers most of the words and occasionally adds a few extra.  In the video below, he forgot to bless Mommy. Guess that's what I get for videotaping his prayers!


Dear Father in heaven,
look down from above,
bless Daddy and Mommy,
and those whom I love
 (he often quickly inserts the words Randall and Chris in place of the word those)
May angels guard over
my slumbers, and when
the morning is breaking,
awake me.
Amen.



Thursday, February 14, 2013

A Good Kiss Is Like a Sandwich


Here's a love story that I'm predicting will last.  Forever.

It's called "When Bill Met Shelley".   Listen to their story and celebrate true romance where good kisses and sandwiches both have something to do with Cupid.


And then to kindle another warm glow, take time for a visit to downtown Tinley Park in Illinois, where the non-profit Garden Gallery & Studio  has created a gentle blend of art, diversity, inclusion, and good coffee.  There's just something I really like about seeing all of those words together in the same sentence.


And in other news, here is my favorite spontaneous sentence of  today, "Mom, you are my sweetheart!"

Happy Valentine's Day!

Friday, February 08, 2013

This Is a Test


For Wade, freedom of speech comes at a high price.  He has had many hours of therapy invested in acquiring the verbal skills other children seem to pluck from the air.  We've been working especially hard on teaching him to speak slowly and clearly.  Without frequent reminders, he tends to rush through his sentences as though he were speaking in shorthand.

Part of his language disorder is cognitive, i.e. lacking the ability to express complex thoughts in ways that make sense to others.  But another part of his language delay stems from a mild muscle weakness in his tongue, lips, and jaw, making proper articulation more difficult to achieve.  When you think about what very minute changes your tongue and lips make to produce each separate vowel sound, for example, it is easier to understand how a slight muscle weakness could significantly garble the clarity of your words.

Sometimes I wish someone would invent little speech bubbles that would automatically float up above his head any time he would speak.  What an amazing technology that would be for the language impaired!  The possibilities would be stunning.*

In the meantime, however, my measuring stick for whether Wade's language is really improving has been to observe how well other people outside of the family can comprehend what he is saying.

So here is a test of your interpretive skills.  This is a video clip during one of Wade's speech therapy sessions this week. Can you understand what he reads from the paper in this clip?



*(After the therapeutic usefulness of the Auto-Bubble Speech Clouds had been thoroughly explored, then you could branch out to other realms such as making your own speech bubbles float above someone else's head.  Imagine what interesting things I could make Nevin say that he never thought, for example.  It would be written ventriloquism.)