Missing the Big Picture, in the Best Possible Way
Earlier this week my sister Karen was watching Henry for me. For fun she asked him the names of his (half-) brothers and sister, which he gave her, and then he added, "Maddy is different."
Maddy has Down syndrome. Karen, surprised by my two-year old's apparent insightfulness, asked Henry how his sister was different.
"She has painted fingernails," he said, looking at his hands. "I do not."
Maddy has Down syndrome. Karen, surprised by my two-year old's apparent insightfulness, asked Henry how his sister was different.
"She has painted fingernails," he said, looking at his hands. "I do not."
posted by True Mama at
8:02 PM
2 Comments:
Oh gosh, this is one of the many things I love about small children.
I remember when my son, about 5 years old, taught me the same lesson about "different". We were talking about two little boys and in my mind I distinguished them by "black" and "white". My son called them "the boy in the red shirt" and "the boy in the blue shirt". Humbling.
Jan from FF
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Jan, at 6:28 AM
This was way too cute and precious.
xoxo
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Anonymous, at 5:37 PM
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