A few years ago, a friend got a bunch of us girls together and had us send entries into this blog she had started. That blog has long since become defunct. I manage to contribute two entries. This was the first one:
Let me tell you about Claire. Claire is five years old.
Claire has just started at a new school. Her little sister who she fondly
refers to as "her baby" is starting school too. Claire is ready to
have fun, and play with all the new friends she will make at this beautiful new
school. She is so excited. Claire has Down's syndrome.
If you have never encountered it before, you would just pass
her off as odd. A bit slow, unrefined...nothing that being in a good learning
environment could not fix in no time. However, as time went on, it was quite
apparent that we were out of our depth. The head administrator had a meeting
with the mother. She admitted her daughter had a problem and agreed to get a
professional opinion. We needed the guidance so the most could be done for
Claire. Weeks passed. No feedback from the mom. Despite the head teacher's
request for after school one on one (no charge), Claire and her
"baby" are the first to be picked up. The mother was approached
again. She insisted that her daughter was just restless. Blamed the old school.
Mumbled about the doctor's recommendation. Left the office as quickly as she
could.
Not all children are born "perfect". This is your child.
Her "baby" knows there is something wrong with her big sister and
takes advantage of it. Her classmates know she is different. Children are not
kind. Down's syndrome is not the end. With proper help, especially at this
early stage will guarantee Claire a good life. There are so many well-functioning
Down syndrome adults out. It is not to be swept under the rug or prayed away.
Do not just pretend it is not there. Help your child.
Writing this, I was so angry. I wrote a scathing letter all
ready to put the mother out in the open. Then I heard an opinion; heard a
couple of opinions. Yes, Claire has Down's syndrome. Yes, her parents are in
complete denial. But, Claire is first and foremost, a child. Claire is a CHILD.
And she deserves so much. From me. I have not been doing my part. I saw a
problem, decided it was beyond me and I shoved it into the laps of the parents.
What was I doing for Claire? Had I exhausted all possibilities? I was so
ashamed.
The next day, I hugged Claire. I sat with her and patiently explained
in terms she could comprehend what it was I wanted from her. I catch myself
when she lumbers around (insensitive, but that kid is uncoordinated, man!). She
has felt the difference though, Claire has. She is responding. Impressing me. I
have started collecting articles. Reading up on approach ideas.
Claire has Down's syndrome. But she is five years old and in
a new school.