Okay. Five. Because I can’t think of 10. I’m sure there are 10, but that was so last year!
5. Sorting out Jessie’s schedule for this term.
Given that she isn’t in school, “term” might not be the correct (a-hem) term. But since she is taking her first college course (Introduction to Public Relations), “term” might just work. As usual, she is busy. And she is always taking on new projects—such as offering to write articles for the local Down Syndrome Association Newsletter (she sits on the Board), co-spearheading a DS youth advocacy group, and speaking in schools about disability and inclusion . I get to help schedule and then nag her about fulfilling her commitments. I am going to try to give that up for the new year, so I should have more time to blog!
4. A road trip to Kingston.
Propeller Dance participated in the first annual Able Artists Forum—performing, presenting an overview of their work to other artists, and meeting other artists with a range of abilities. Jessie is a natural schmoozer, but I am having to teach her how to collect business cards and other contact information so she can keep in touch with other artists (or even collaborate!) The highlight, in addition to the hotel and the continental breakfasts, was a chance to talk to Katherine Porter, the powerhouse over at H’Art Kingston, who has started an inclusive post-secondary program with Queens University . We will be back to pick her brain!
3. Speaking, advocating, and more speaking.
1. And the number one reason (drum roll): Drummer Boy and Jessie gave each other promise rings for Christmas.
Holland! Well, I guess maybe if Emily Perl Kingsley had written a section on Amsterdam you might find it, but she didn’t. So here we are, in a new place, without GPS. Or at least the GPS we have seems to be sending us off what appears to be a cliff.
While we all dream of a loving relationship for our sons and daughters, the reality—of parent-to-parent (i.e., the parents of boy- or girl-friend) conversations about sexuality; overheard discussions and negotiations in the back of the car when driving the couple to dates or home again; and discussions about progressing through different stages (what stages? I had to go look up the bases again on the internet, and I hope no one is tracking my online behaviour)—is bit more messy (and funny and frustrating) than anything I could ever have dreamed up. Especially since Drummer Boy attended a sexuality workshop at the Canadian Down Syndrome Society annual conference and is, therefore, the expert on all things sexual.
Lucky Jessie. Poor mom.
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