I’ve been busy so this will be short. Just keep thinking about this though. A few weeks ago we had dance recital. Rachel has always taken dance at a typical dance studio. We love the studio where she dances. They are very loving and have been great to include her. I was one of the backstage moms for the recital. Knowing how little I know about dance or make-up, this is rather frightening. However, I am pretty good at keeping order. Our class had two stage moms. We probably only needed one but that was okay. Our girls were older and for the most part, didn’t need a lot of help. One of the younger classes had only one mom. The class was larger and they had some high maintenance children. We pitched in to help. She probably needed another helper. She thanked me for my help and told me that she had some students with “special needs.” My response with no thought was, “My daughter has Down syndrome and she is better behaved than most of the typical kids.” She didn’t say much to me after that. We were almost done and I didn’t say it in an angry way. I just said it in my way.
That’s all I have to say today.