Dancing with a star

January 15, 2008 at 6:09 pm 5 comments

Last night, Elaina stayed up past her bed time.  Our weekend was a bit crazy.  By six-thirty, Zoya was looking for her pillow.  Her eyes were crusty and red.  Polly was unsure of what she wanted; she wanted mom, she wanted a bottle, she wanted to be put down on the ground to play, she wanted mom again.  Zoya and Polly were in bed by seven o’clock.  Sergei has class on Monday evenings. 

The plan was for Lainie to stay up until seven-thirty.  Usually I am rigid on this.  Yes, I want the kids to be rested for the next day.  Mostly though, I want the time to myself. 

But last night we turned on “Bruno verses Caryanne, Dance War”.  It’s probably not the best show for a seven year old, nor for a thirty-two year old.  I watched it half-heartedly last week while taking down the Christmas tree.  Elaina was around then too, and she loved the dancing and the singing and the sparkly costumes.  She spent most of her time pointing out the women who were dressed immodestly.

Before the performance each participant gets a two minute bio where you see a nice shot of him or her with family, or tutoring children, or dancing in a field of wheat as the sun sets.  That kind of thing.  One performer, Zack, I think, spent his two minutes talking about his brother who has Down syndrome.  He said that he has learned a lot of important things about life from his older brother.  He said that his brother is his best friend.  As soon as Elaina saw this, her eyes lit up.  She was so excited about the guy with Down syndrome.  Who cares what people were wearing!  The rest of the show she kept yelling out to the television, “pick the guy who has a brother with DS!”

And it made me think.  I was excited too.  I have been excited about people who have Down syndrome for about a year.  Elaina has been excited since Polly was born.  Elaina is going to get to spend the rest of her life valuing people who are differently-abled.  Already, she is looking around in her class for someone to help.  She notices how people are treated.  At thirty-two, I am just learning these lessons.  At seven, Elaina is teaching them.  The future is bright.  I am dancing with a star.


Entry filed under: Down syndrome, Family.

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5 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Emily  |  January 15, 2008 at 8:34 pm

    What is there left to say except, “what a lovely post”?

  • 2. theramblinghousewife  |  January 15, 2008 at 8:41 pm

    Way to go Elaina! So sweet!

  • 3. GING'  |  January 16, 2008 at 3:56 pm

    Kids are such good teachers, aren’t they? What a neat story. Lainie is Polly’s biggest cheerleader! Give the girls a squeeze from Auntie Ginger :0)

  • 4. jooleebrooks  |  January 16, 2008 at 4:58 pm

    I knew I liked your kids.

  • 5. mmichele  |  January 16, 2008 at 7:49 pm



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