Almost a year ago Thorin told me: “Boyfriend, please.” He wanted a friend who was a Dude. This will please Bubba, gone now almost 6 months– I prayed for Thorin to find a boy who could be a friend.
In January, 2016 I was waiting for Thorin’s theater class to end at The Children’s Museum and Theater of Maine (the most amazing place in the universe by-the-way). I saw a young, very young woman, standing next to a boy who looked to have Down syndrome. I broke all the rules I find annoying:
“Hi! Say, does he have Down syndrome?”
“Yes, he does.”
“Awesome! Are you his mother or something?” (It is clear she would have had him at 10 if that were true.)
“No his friend, his aide.”
“My son looks about his age–9? He has Down syndrome.”
“Do you think…um…we could get together for a play date?”
“I think so. Let me ask his mother.”
For the next almost year Thorin and I have gotten together almost every week with Caleb and Hannah.
He and Caleb have a secret language. They bust each other’s balls. They talk about farts. They are boy friends.
Sometimes breaking the rules pays off!
I’m all in favor of secret languages!
Good for them!
I love this so, so much… our son (12 years old) who has down syndrome is mostly non-verbal and when he does talk, its pretty much unintelligible, so hearing these boys talk so clearly gives me such hope that one day, we will really understand what all Wallace is saying…. thank you
I’m telling Thorin you said that!
Nice story, Kari. I love reading about and observing Thorin’s life unfold. You and Ward are doing a great job parenting him but you’re also doing a public service: raising a young ‘un to grow up to contribute to society! He is already moving the bar higher.
Thank you:) Means a lot. As most parents we hope we are doing it right.