A while back, I posted this about a woman who lives in my city, is also a teacher, and also has a little boy with Ds the same age as Dylan...
We have since talked on the phone a few times and were able to meet up yesterday! She and her husband, along with little Aaron, came over to our house for a few hours. We talked, sat on the floor and played with the little ones, talked some more, munched on some quiche and fruit. Dave was instantly won over once the connection was made that Aaron's daddy is also a Grateful Dead fan. Need I say more?
Honestly, it felt as if we were old friends. Like we had always known each other.
It's funny...I am just beyond excited to have connected with someone "in real life" who is going through what we all are. BUT, let me also say this - for those of you who read this blog and take the time to comment - I hope you all know that I love you to bits and would be utterly isolated and lost without your wonderful advice, suggestions, and words of wisdom. It was just different...actually seeing another baby, in the flesh, with Down syndrome! Is that weird? I don't know how to describe it. It was as if all of a sudden I did not feel alone. I felt connected. Understood. Hopeful. I felt so excited for Dylan to have a brand new special little buddy. Someone to travel through school with. Someone who will relate.
There is going to be a Down syndrome conference here in Massachusetts next weekend as well that we will all be going to.
See...little by little, we are getting there. Which sounds strange because I still don't quite know where "there" is. Is it acceptance? Hope? Peace? I don't know. But I can feel it's presence. More so now than before.