So……I have a friend, a friend that happens to be a girl. Her name is Jules and she’s a super-cute blonde. I heard blondes have more fun, so I thought we would have a great time hanging out on our play date. BUT……I noticed some changes in our relationship.
You know, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m 2.5 years-old and I’ve heard some things. Like, I know my mommy and daddy are married and now I’m wondering: Am I married too?
Mom is taking over today. I told you she would from time to time.. She said I needed to skedaddle, so I’ll do my best. “La, la, la….I’m not listening.
For those of you who follow or read me elsewhere, this will be old news. Sorry about that! For those of you who are hearing this for the first time……stay where you are.
My friend (Stirling Gardner) created a site: An Open Apology. Anyone is welcome to write and submit an apology letter, anonymously or not. It doesn’t matter who the recipient is, what you’re sorry for, or what tone you write in. It just matters that you mean it.
HERE IS MY SUBMISSION (apology to Justice):
Although these words will never meet your ears, I’m apologizing anyway. You are and will always be protected by what I felt that day, in that moment. After all, I’m a mother. I’m your mother. It’s my job to protect you.
Admitting something I’m deeply ashamed of isn’t easy. Even your father doesn’t know this. How could I tell him? He didn’t share my feeling. He didn’t share my fear. I didn’t want to look less in his eyes or risk losing a piece of his heart. But, this isn’t about him. It’s about you and me.
During my pregnancy, nothing was out of the ordinary. Although it had been eight years since your sister was born, it was like riding a bike. The only difference: I was deemed to be “high risk” because of my “advanced maternal age”. At 40, I was five-years deep into the label. I didn’t mind. I felt great.
Besides the standard “what sex is your baby” ultrasound, (I’m sorry my heart sank a bit when they told me you were a boy. Your sister has proven that raising one girl is more than I can handle.) I was advised to get a genetic one due to my ancientness.
TO VIEW THE REST, GO TO: Mom Apologizes to Son with Down Syndrome
First of all: Did you miss me? I knew we’d make it back okay. And…..it was the same way we left, not by a rescue boat or plane. That would’ve been cool though.
Here we are…..so excited to leave. But why am I between two moving ships? I’m sure some disability protection act or something was really violated there.
One night we got to dress up a little and go to the dining room.
This is my mommy and daddy.
Daddy hates this picture, but mommy posts anything she doesn’t hate of herself. See those eyebrows? In the car, on the way to the ship, she started tweezing. She forgot to take off the old powder/pencil stuff she had on. She thought she had more eyebrows than she really did. How silly!
After…..she looked like a sleepover prank gone wrong (..or right). They don’t make toupees for brows, so she had to pencil them in. Why does she get to draw on herself and I can’t? Grownups are so funny!
These are my crazy brothers and my insane sister. They wish they were as cute and popular as me. It was like Cheers. Everybody knew my name.
(But where am I?)
Well…..The night before I partied an itsy-bitsy-bit too much with this pirate I met. He was really friendly. He must have tweezed his moustache away, because he drew on his face too.
I wasn’t up for dining in my fancy clothes the next night.
Pirates are crazy!!!
And that green band is not a pass to drink Rum.
(WINK WINK)
My mommy decided to record me dreaming last night. She was right outside my door and I didn’t even know it. Now she is using my blog to post my dream with the translation. One day……I will get my privacy!
Tomorrow we leave.
Don’t miss me too much when I’m on my cruise.
Hey mommy! You know,
in a way, these are really MY wipes.
Backtalk? You mean backend talk?
(Okay. Clearly, no sense of humor. So now what?)
I’m cleaning up mommy.
(Ridiculous! She spends money on this other stuff.
She can’t buy me my own wipes?!!)
There’s the last one. Safe and sound mommy.
Look! I even shut the lid for you.
(Now I’m taking these with me, going in circles,
and confusing her with where I am. I’m not done with these yet.)
LOOK AT ME AT THE RACES! ARE YOU CARS READY!
ON YOUR MARK! GET SET!
GO!!!!!!
(I better put these back quick.)
(I get the feeling she’ll be needing these soon.)
My siblings wore these cool shirts to school today.
They rock…….almost as much as me.
They also wore their crazy socks to raise awareness for down syndrome.
Lots of Socks is the theme today for World Down Syndrome Day!!!!
This is me getting ready to try my hand at art.
This is my proof of success.
Before you ask: No. This is not for sale!
Milestones are big news for kids, but especially kids with a disability. I don’t know why? It’s not like we are bionic or science experiments, but how cool would being bionic be? Too cool!
Anyway……I just started walking, but I’m pretty good at it. I feed myself with some mess and I’m deciding if I want to start talking or not. Basically, I’m the mysterious, hot dude outside the lunch room wearing a leather jacket. I’ll do what I want, when I want. NO peer pressure for me.
But…..I do have some stuff I’m pretty proud of that I want to share with you. I’m only 28 months old and I’m not trying to make anyone jealous, so I am sorry if I do.
I CAN…..
dance on my back, on a bed, while laughing.
determine if I look fat in my clothes without anyone’s help.
drink from a big cup that has flowers on it. I’m secure in my manhood.
flush the toilet. I don’t use it yet, but I’m light-years ahead of kids 2-20 times my age on the flushing part.
create mathematically and architecturally amazing stool forts.
use a flashlight to irritate the dog and entertain myself.
point the finger at the guilty party. The blame game is a true childhood milestone that some never outgrow.
put the toilet paper back after ripping it out. It’s called redemption.
do the sidewinder grin, which is quite challenging. It’s actually the first step in learning ventriloquism.
use Cheetos to become a Sabertooth tiger.
show my guns off for the ladies. We all know that is the most impressive milestone of them all.
My house has been invaded by the germ monster and I’ve been his favorite. Mommy has been nice by not taking pictures of me. Plus, my cuteness (looks and mostly mood) faded because of yuckies anyway. The doctor said it would come back. In the meantime, mommy said she is working on something to put on here, but I don’t know how cute it will be. I guess not as cute as me.
I’ve been hearing stuff about Momma Bear lately. So…..I love my mom and I thought this is what she is gonna be.
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But the more I listen…….Well……I think she might end up being more like this momma bear.
I’m glad she loves me and is on my side of things.
