For some reason yesterday I started feeling this strong desire to see someone else, besides my sweet little guy, with Down syndrome out in the world. Out in the world doing basic every day things...just like everyone else. I went to the grocery store in hopes of seeing the young man with Down syndrome who works there. I had seen him there many times prior to having Dylan and had always enjoyed talking with him. However since having Dylan, I haven't seen him. I don't even know if I would have actually spoken with him or not. I just wanted to see him.
Turns out, he wasn't there.
So, I found myself standing in the middle of the grocery store looking around and around. I started thinking, 'Wow. No one has Down syndrome. I never ever see anyone with Down syndrome. Why aren't there more people in this world with Down syndrome? I want to see more people! I want to feel connected. For my son to feel connected. I don't want Dylan to feel...different or alone in this world.'
I left the store without finding what I was looking for.
That brings us to today. Now, what do you suppose would cause a grown up woman (ahem, that would be me) to cry while at the gym on her elliptical machine? This story playing on the television screen.
This is exactly the kind of stuff that gives me hope. This is what I was looking for yesterday. Here is a young man with Down syndrome out in the world doing an everyday kind of thing. He is playing a sport and interacting with his peers. He is making his parents proud. He is happy.
For me, this is hope. Hope for Dylan.