|Dress up time|
Last night, Felix set a personal best record. He disappeared around to Nathan's side of the bed for a few minutes. When he reappeared a bit later, he had so many things draped around his neck that he could barely crawl. Nathan and I were laughing so much that we had to take everything off to count it all just to see how much Felix had put on. There was a total of three singlets and five pairs of underwear!!! Not a bad effort!
|Nate and Felix with Noah|
We continued this through the first few aisles. Felix threw everything with gusto into the trolley and I had to restrain myself from stopping to rearrange the contents of the trolley every few minutes (I'm a little bit pedantic about the neatness of my trolley - just ask Nathan; he learnt that the hard way). After a few aisles, Felix was getting heavy and, of course, I had picked a trolley with wheels that got more 'wonky' the more shopping I put in it. I put Felix back in his seat, which was fine until the shopping got high enough that he could reach it. He then thought it would be fun to throw the shopping 'out' of the trolley and onto the floor. The problem being that he is so quick now, as soon as I bent over to pick one thing up another thing went flying over my head. Little rascal! My only choice then was to carry him the rest of the way, pushing my wonky and exceptionally full trolley. A back massage would go down a treat right now!
I mentioned this to my Mum later on that day. She started to cry. She said that she doesn't understand why people would react like that to Felix. To her, he is just Felix; and I agree. I'm baffled by the people (in my experience, usually women between 50-70) who feel the need to express disgust both towards Felix and me. I don't mind people who stare at Felix because they have noticed that he looks different and they are trying to work out why. Usually most of those people will have a look of recognition after a second or two and then smile at both of us. Sadly, there are that small percentage of people who show their disdain immediately; and if I'm honest, it can cast a shadow on what might have been a really lovely day.
|Dancing in the shops with Amy|
I have received some awesome messages from people telling me their stories of going up and speaking to someone with Down Syndrome for the first time; or sharing a smile with a child and their parents. I know I've said this before, but keep it up! You don't know the sort of day someone is having, and that smile or comment from you can make the world of difference to a person with Down Syndrome or their family member. Thank you to those of you who are willing to make the effort and move out of your comfort zone to experience something different. It's a two way street....it will make you feel good too!