In a non-eventful way, Nora finally connected the dots that Hannah has Ds. Or maybe she already had (she’s smart) and she verbalized it this week.
During bedtime with Tim, Nora was pointing out which characters in books were Hannah and which were her (these were given to us when Hannah was born).
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This morning she picked up a DSAGC flyer and said “Hannah is one of the people we walk for at the Buddy Walk.” I was startled - this was the first time I’d heard her describe Hannah as having Ds.
“Yes she is! Do you know what it means to have Down syndrome?”
“It means you have to do therapy.”
“Well, yes. It means it just takes Hannah longer to learn things.”
“How did she get it?”
“Well, she was just made with extra ingredients in Mommy's belly.”
“But you, me and Daddy look alike.”
“Well, yes, but... Hannah looks like us, too. We all have our own special look.”
I ended the conversation with “...and we’ll make sure we take good care of Hannah just like we have been. We’re doing a great job!”
She stared at the flyer a bit longer and then that was it - went on singing the John Lithgow kids’ songs on the stereo. Unfazed just like a sibling should react with that information.
Siblings don’t see the Down syndrome. They see the sister/brother that they love.
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