Sometimes I wonder whether this blog is a sort of something and nothing kind of creature. It’s not wholly a parenting blog. Neither is it wholly a teaching one. It’s not totally devoted to the boy in the title, or to one particular ideology, or anything else really. What it is is a reflection. It’s a reflection of some of the things I’ve learned since my boy appeared in my, in our, lives.
I don’t feel that I can advise anyone on how to bring up their child, Down Syndrome or otherwise. I can’t tell anyone how to teach, or what to teach. The older I get, the less certain I become of myself, of what I thought I knew. The more aware I am of the unending multitude of things I don’t know.
But what I can do is tell you my stories. I’m always learning from them. …
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