Nailing the interview!

Although we are not sure why Alex was not accepted at her number one college choice, I believe it was partially due to her interview. Alex’s interview was scheduled for less than a week after her return from the World Winter Special Olympic Games in South Korea and she was coming down from a 14 day long adrenaline high.

During that interview Alex was quiet and withdrawn. She used the “I don’t know” response many more times than is acceptable in any interview. She did not focus during her assessments and refused to do the written essay. I know this is because she was exhausted, and like me, when Alex is tired she shuts down. I was pretty sure this would impact the decision and was not surprised when she was not accepted.

For the few weeks before our trip to the University of Cincinnati we talked a lot about the importance of an interview. Alex hates it when I try to give her advice and just like my other two kids, she has the “I know more than you Mom” attitude that seems to infect kids at about 16 and never goes away. Alex would have no part in my pleas to practice her interviewing skills, or even prepare answers to potential questions. I was concerned we were on another unsuccessful college trip.


But as in all things Alex, and something I seem to forget over and over again, she was processing. I know I should NEVER EVER EVER underestimate Alex. She has proven time and time again she can do ANYTHING she sets her mind to – and college is no exception.

We arrived at the University of Cincinnati interview after almost two days of traveling and I was exhausted. I chugged coffee, Alex chugged an overwhelming desire to get into the University of Cincinnati TAP program. And she did.

There are many many days when Alex does not have down syndrome, and April 22nd, 2013 was one of those days. She was articulate, funny and incredibly engaging during the ninety minutes we spent together in the interview. Although Alex has now been out of school for almost a year, she did well on her assessments, while demonstrating some math regression.

Alex was accepted on the spot and is proud to tell everyone she knows that she is now a Bearcat!

Me, I am incredibly proud to be the parent of a child born almost twenty years ago with down syndrome, who can say, “next year John and I will be empty-nesters, ALL three of our kids will be in college”. I can not take much credit for this, it was all Alex, Alex who shared she wanted to go to college, Alex who graduated from High School, Alex who filled out the college application (thanks John for all your help, you stepped in when I could not) and Alex who nailed her interview.

It has not been easy and I do take some credit for listening, never discounting Alex’s dreams and never giving up. We will work with Alex all summer to prepare her for college, just like we will work with her brother who will be attending Boulder in the fall. And then, come September, I fear I will feel lost without my kids.

Next up – Lunch in Cincinnati with two ladies I have been admiring from afar! Sneak preview

The Messy awards!

My house is messy, my kids are messy (except Alex – who is the neatest individual I know) and I never iron my clothes – thus I look messy at times!

Although not my favorite house decor, messy is just a part of my life these days. But with three kids in college next year (more on Alex in subsequent posts) I know this has been a temporary 18 year long digression in my life. Very soon, I can return to my own personal style, which I call “wanna be aging hippie”.
Today one of the many talented bloggers I follow honored many other talented bloggers with the first ever “Messy” awards. These awards were not awarded on one’s house, kid’s rooms or clothing style. They were awarded by the very talented Vicki as follows:

“And here I present to you the first ever “Messy” awards. These awards are neither exclusive nor comprehensive, so please, take no offense if your writing is not listed here. In fact, feel free to drop me a note about your own or someone else’s writing that you think should be included. Who the heck am I to be presumptuous enough to bestow awards? I’m nobody, of course (so don’t go puttin’ this award on your resume just yet). Nobody but somebody who likes to read, write and share what I learn in my travels. And I’ve read many more great posts and articles than I could ever have the time to list here. So I picked mostly things that turned personal experience into something universal, or writing that challenged conventional wisdom or tackled a complicated topic. I hope to make this a permanent page, as soon as I figure out how to do that ☺



Despite the title, the awards have nothing to do with being a mess, or otherwise crazy like yours truly. This is simply a directory of some of my favorite writing about disability, usually Down syndrome in particular. Listed here, in no particular order, is writing that sang, that resonated long after I read it. Though I have shared many of these on my Thoroughly Modern Messy fan page on Facebook over time, I want to make sure that everyone knows about these wonderful, insightful writers who have made my days more interesting and my life richer. Please pick a few that appeal to you and start reading. Don’t forget to spend some time on these writers’ blogs too. You won’t be disappointed!”



In the tooting one’s own horn category I was flabbergasted to receive one of these prestigious awards:


“BEST REMINDER THAT YOUR CHILD’S LIFE IS HERS, NOT YOURS:

If you are the parent of a young child with Down syndrome, make sure you follow this mom’s inspiring blog. Gary Hughes Bender writes about her adult daughter with warmth and grace at The Ordinary Life of an Extraordinary Girl: 


http://www.theextraordinarygirl.com/2012/12/186-miles-of-tears.html



In all seriousness, I am very touched by this honor. Recognizing that all three of my children are leaving the nest and venturing out on their own has been the greatest challenge of my life. Recognizing and honoring Alex’s hopes and visions for her future, just as I did with her siblings, has been the second greatest challenge, and making these dream a reality for her (not ME) has been one of my most rewarding challenges and I am only 20 years in to it! I appreciate the kudos.

Please follow Vicki, she is a very talented writer and shares a lot of great information:

Thoroughly Modern Messy

And one more thing…..thanks for not asking Alex to be one of the judges!

College is a reality!

A little over six weeks ago I wrote a post about Alex’s college dreams and her letter of rejection from her number one college choice.  The post quickly shot up to the second most popular post and I suspect it may become number one in the future. College can be a part of our kid’s future and  Alex’s generation has been making their dreams of college a reality.

Following is an excerpt.

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Yesterday my daughter was broken. Yesterday Alex saw her dreams dashed. Yesterday she felt all her hard work was for naught.
Alex cried and cried and will cry every day for a long time.

Disappointment is hard for all kids, particularly Alex. It takes Alex longer to get out of the now than her siblings. The next few weeks will be rough….. 

 Yesterday I fell apart. I cried for all the hard work we have done to help Alex realize her dream of going to college. I cried for all the hard work I have ahead of me as we search for another college option for Alex. I cried for all the paperwork I have filled out and will have to fill out again. I cried and cried and will cry everyday for a long time.

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Thanks to that second most read post ever we received a number of recommendations from readers across the country. This show of support helped Alex and I get back on track and we investigated a number of programs. 
Each recommendation went through the following vetting process. First, Alex’s criterion:
  • Not in Colorado
  • I want to live there
  • I want to go for four years
  • When I graduate I have a diploma
  • I want to make lots of friends
  • I do not want my Mom or Dad to be there
Next, my criterion:
  • Close to family or friends (or we temporarily relocate)
  • Safe environment
  • Inclusive classrooms and extracurricular opportunities
  • 4 year certification program tailored to Alex’s interest
  • Nice kids, nice campus
  • Dedicated program coordinator and support staff
After a lot of phone calls and internet research we came up with our short list (in this order):
1. The University of Cincinnati
2. The College of Charleston
3. Kennesaw State University
A few weeks ago we headed to Cincinnati, which is no easy task from Carbondale, CO. 
The beginning of the trip to Cincinnati – Carbondale – Denver – Atlanta – Indianapolis – Louisville

The trip home – Cincinnati – Louisville - Indianapolis - Minneapolis - Denver – Carbondale
In my next posts I will share more about the interview and the trip to Cincinnati, especially our lunch with two wonderful ladies we have been following from afar – and the reason we learned about the TAP Program at the University of Cincinnati!

My reflection

People often ask me about Alex’s family and acceptance. To that end in 2009 I asked my four siblings, and Alex’s two siblings to share their reflections on Down syndrome. John and I also contributed.

For these two weeks I will be sharing those reflections in no particular order. This second reflection was published on July 27, 2010.

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As promised, this last reflection is mine. I am missing a few reflections I requested; but I can respect that others do not want to share their inner most feelings in a public forum.

Not me however, here are thoughts never voiced, and perhaps never recognized before. This year of writing has brought me to a new level in my emotions around Alex, as well as having a child with down syndrome. I do not mean to offend anyone, rather tell my truth. Here we go:

When Alex was born I felt like a failure. I could not believe I had created a “flawed” baby. I was embarrassed, humiliated and ashamed. I did not want to tell my parents or parents in law; I felt they would blame me for having a baby with down syndrome. I did not want to tell anyone that in most cases the extra chromosome comes from the mother; I felt like I had let down my husband, my 15 month old daughter and my family. I was scared to death.

This lasted for about three days. In that time I met Alex, talked to professionals and told my family. Alex was beautiful and looked just like any other newborn I had ever seen. Granted, she did have a few odd features, and we could tell she was different, but she still had features of our family. She cried, ate and pooped; she didn’t look like an alien and we loved her.

The professionals we talked to explained a lot about down syndrome to us. I remember one pediatrician who came into my room at the hospital and asked me if I knew anything about down syndrome. I remember saying to him all I knew about down syndrome was “they all looked alike”. He was incredulous and said to me that was ridiculous and that was the same as saying all white people look alike. I felt like I had been slapped and vowed at that moment to never make gross generalizations again.

My family was incredible. My mother came out on the first plane from New Jersey and stayed for almost two weeks. The first week while Alex was in the hospital we did a lot of research; read books and went on a field trip to a local residential facility called Lamb’s Farm. I remember walking into the jelly and jam store on site and talking to a 20 something girl with down syndrome. After I said hello she spent about 10 minutes talking about her love for country music. She was polite, charming and poised. It was eye opening and encouraging.

The rest of my family, as well as John’s, were supportive and helpful. I imagine it took everyone time to get used to Alex, but there has never been any overt signs of disappointment or disapproval. She is fully accepted and included in both our families.

Once we got used to Alex, and the idea of having a baby with down syndrome we never looked back. I have written of many of our challenges and triumphs. I have talked about the magic of Alex; the pure love she has brought to our lives. Her struggles to be like her brother and sister and her frustrations when she cannot be. I don’t claim it has been easy, but it certainly has not been hard.

I know I have said this before; Alex has enriched our lives in a way I never knew existed. We have learned compassion, caring, and acceptance. We have met incredible families who have children with special needs, as well as many others with special needs. We have met caring and skilled professionals. I feel honored to have this opportunity in our lives. Alex has touched many people in her life and will continue to do so.

One final thing; many people say to me that Alex is “high functioning”. I do not think this is the case at all. We have been lucky with Alex’s health; many children with down syndrome who are born with serious health issues can be seriously delayed while operations and other medical interventions take precedence over early intervention therapies. These kids do catch-up but at a slower pace.

I think in today’s world, when we expose our children with special needs to opportunities and experiences that all children should have, we fulfill the promise of their future. I did not do anything with Alex that I did not do with my other kids. Yes, I am pushier and more insistent on inclusion and equal opportunities, and yes, I monitor her education aggressively. But just like Courtney and Tom, Alex has done the rest, and all she needed was an advocate.

In many ways, I feel like the guardian of this extraordinary individual, the steward of her life, the protector of her magic. I am not sure what I did in a previous life to have Alex included in my current life; but it must have been something great. I am not sure I can top it!

Reflections – Aunt Mary Beth

People often ask me about Alex’s family and acceptance. To that end in 2009 I asked my four siblings, and Alex’s two siblings to share their reflections on Down syndrome. John and I also contributed.

For these two weeks I will be sharing those reflections in no particular order. This second reflection was published on March 8, 2010. 

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My sister Mary Beth is seven years younger than me. Our age difference was just enough that she was able to live with me during her summers away from college. We were able to spend a lot of time together before marriage and kids…Ah for the good old days.

Mary Beth is last of my siblings to respond to my overt request for material for this journal. MB (or Mubba as we call her) is very organized and usually would be the first to respond. In this case, I think she might have been distracted by her pregnancy and newborn. Jill joined our family, and her three siblings, in late January; a new baby is the best.

Aunt Mary Beth is Alex’s god mother, and she takes this responsibility very seriously. As she relates, she has developed a special bond with Alex. Alex adores her.

Alex is my God child. To her I am simply Aunt Mary Beth. Although when we are joking I encourage her to call me God. That makes her laugh. When Alex was born I just knew she would be an exceptional girl. She has exceeded that. She is remarkable and truly special to all who know her. To know her is to love her.

On the topic of laughing, Alex is so fun to joke with. She understands all jokes and really appreciates them. What a good sense of humor she has. Last time we were at her house she was into the movie Grease. I tell her all the time she is electrifying, just like the movie. She laughs and says “Oh Aunt Mary Beth you are funny”. Alex loves funny things and really brings so much joy to the room.

As my God child, every year for the holidays I give her an ornament that signifies what she loved of that year. She has received a skier, skater, guitar, student, just to name a few. All have her name and year on them, so when she grows up with her own holiday traditions she will remember what is special for that year. Every year is special to Alex that is a great thing.

Alex is so full of love for everyone and all she does. Recently when we had a new baby my family was talking about who would come out to help. My kids all voted on Alex because as they said she “would love the baby the most”. My kids forgot for a minute that Alex would not be able to drive car pools and had school to attend. But when they thought about who would love on the baby the most Alex was the first that came to their minds. A tremendous compliment to Alex and the love she has for everyone. She feels the love, and everyone around her feels the same love for her.

Alex really enriches our extended family. Without her things would not be as bright, love filled or fun. What a gift Alex truly is to this world, but especially to our family.

Like I tell Alex all the time, she is ELECTRIFYING!

Yes, Alex is electrifying, magnetizing and very lucky to have such a great family.

Reflections – Aunt Susan

People often ask me about Alex’s family and acceptance. To that end in 2009 I asked my four siblings, and Alex’s two siblings to share their reflections on Down syndrome. John and I also contributed.

For these two weeks I will be sharing those reflections in no particular order. This second reflection was published on February 1, 2010. 


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My sister Susan is four years younger than me, and the middle of five children. Susan and I were just far apart in age that we led different lives while growing up. It was not until adulthood that I feel I really got to know Susan. She is kind, caring and nurturing – someone I am lucky to have as my sister.

Susan has 22 year old twins, Ben and Kelsey, making them the oldest of my Mother’s grandkids. They are great kids, Sue is a great mother, and as you will read, a wonderful aunt. My kids adore her.

Here is Aunt Susan’s reflection.

I clearly remember the day you called after Alex was born and told us there were complications. I must admit now, although you probably knew it then, I had no idea what you were talking about.

I called Mom and listened as she cried, again, I was confused. I learned alot in the next couple of days. I remember a conversation with John from the hospital when Alex was only a couple of days old. He was frustrated because Alex was hooked up to many different machines. He wanted the Dr’s to “allow the body to do what it is designed to do”, which is heal and/or adapt to itself. That was the first lesson I’ve learned from Alex’s birth.

Regardless of how things turn out, the birth of a child is still a miracle. Too many things can, and often do, go wrong. In my mind, in Alex we had a new member of our family, I honestly didn’t care much when it was discovered that she had an extra chromosome. When you got home from the hospital, you and John asked for your privacy and we granted it. I understood that you needed to introduce yourself to Alex and then you would bring her home (New Jersey) to introduce us to her when you felt the time was right.

You sent us a book to read, and I started to read it. Honestly (I don’t think I ever told you this) I never finished the book. I decided that I would let Alex teach me about herself. I would not trade the education I have received from her for anything! Alex is simply Alex. There is no jealousy or pretention. All she wants is the same thing the rest of us want, simply to be loved and accepted for who she is. Alex reminds us of the most important thing in our life, our family, biologic and extended. She loves, and is loved, by all of us.

Alex has made my life, and the life of my children, better simply because she has been a part of it. She has an insight, she can sense things that others can’t see or feel, and she can respond. She lights up a room when she comes in. She reminds us that life can and should always be full of love and happiness. My lessons and memories are ingrained and they are forever. The endless days on the beach, in the sand with our father, will always remain close to my heart.

Thanks for making the decisions that you made by bringing her into the world. I can’t imagine our life without her.

Thanks Sue – Alex would not be Alex without all the love and support from our family.

Reflections – John

People often ask me about Alex’s family and acceptance. To that end in 2009 I asked my four siblings, and Alex’s two siblings to share their reflections on Down syndrome. John and I also contributed.

For these two weeks I will be sharing those reflections in no particular order. This second reflection was published on January 14, 2010.

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This reflection really needs no introduction – it is from John, my husband and Alex’s father. John and I have always been true partners in raising Alex, Courtney and Tom. It certainly makes parenting easier.

When Alex was born, I felt devastated. I was ignorant, but I didn’t know it.

We had 2 dogs at the time. One of them almost drowned as a puppy, (before we owned her), and she taught the other, a dog who by breeding should love the water, never to go in. 3 days after Alex was born I took the dogs for a walk to the beach, and amazingly, I coaxed Boomer to swim and retrieve the stick. It hit me that if I could teach this dog, who for years refused this basic dog trait, to retrieve in the water, teaching a Baby with Down syndrome would be a simple task. From then on I never looked back.

A lot of confidence came from education. We hooked up with a local support group and learned that any information older than 5 years was to be ignored because mainly the advice was to institutionalize these kids, as had been done to my distant cousin. I learned these kids had unlimited potential, albeit at a slower pace than the normal kids.

Our school system kicked in, and at 3 weeks old, I was taking Alex to class where she was attended to by Occupational Therapists. Step 1 was to teach Alex to keep her tongue inside of her smaller mouth. This only took a short time and so I was encouraged.

The amount of professional’s time and money spent on this 1 child, disproportionate to the majority of society’s children bothered me for awhile. It is inefficient in terms of the limited resources servicing the anomalies who could also serve a greater number of people in the middle of the spectrum. Though, this is one of the things which makes our society greater than many, the inclusion of all, no one is better than another, and although inefficient – it’s better.

On another topic, the striving for efficiency in all of our activities has led to a lack of “slack” time, meaning if one part of the chain is late or an error occurs, the cascading consequences are huge. In my mind, this has added a lot of stress to everyone’s lives. Folks are so dependent on things going according to plan, that it’s very difficult to adjust with grace.

For Alex, development took it’s own pace. The measurements I used to mark progress, holding her head up, crawling, feeding herself, walking, etc… changed the way I looked at things. They all occurred in their own pace, except it was only 3 days after her coarctation of the aorta surgery when she started crawling, the ligament wrapped around the aorta was depriving her lower body of blood flow. This was unnoticed by the doctors because they were only focused on down syndrome related anomalies, which this wasn’t, so she was 1 year old before they figured it out, instead of right at birth. For awhile, I was angry about that, but over time I let it go, as she was immediately moving ahead now, and now is all we have anyway.

Certainly it’s more fun when Alex is charming, engaging, hugging and cooperative than when she is mean, stubborn, late (on purpose) and sneaking food. I’m proud that I lose my temper with Alex just as fast as with my other children. I treat them all the same in their own way, which is different. Part of parenting is about picking your battles, allowing mistakes, hoping that in the long term they’ll pick good choices.

Alex does bring a lot of joy and perspective into my life and the lives’ of others she touches, although I don’t feel like her job in life is to teach others compassion, patience etc. It’s okay for other people who come into contact with Alex to not care to be involved in her life.

Sometimes Alex sees things in a way that is so clear and simple that she discovers a new truth, which I like quite a bit. More often though, she doesn’t understand the concept being discussed, but she will relate a part to something that has happened in her life to make a match and that’s all she gets. That’s ok too.

One thing that is difficult for many people when they deal with Alex is to wait that extra couple of seconds for her to respond. Silence and a break in the expected rhythm are disconcerting. They end up filling in her sentences or answering their own questions. Alex has learned that if she waits, problems will be solved without her input. This suits her fine; she really knows how to work the system, to get by without doing the hard work. Some of this is Down syndrome, some is inherited from me.

She is so surrounded by people who help her, whether it’s at school, riding, skiing, teammates etc., that this strategy really works for her. I love to bust her on this with every new person in her life, because it’s much easier to have respect and love for people who are taking part in their own lives as compared to helpless blobs that are only need machines. And once folks get the pace, Alex steps up and responds. 

It is a bit sad for me to see her without much regular friendships. Although she is accepted very nicely by almost everyone, it’s impractical to expect her school peers to be calling her up for sleepovers, parties etc. There are some kids who are especially nice to her, and I feel the kids who are naturally drawn in for whatever reason will end up with enriched, productive lives when they are adults through the delayed gratification of giving.

Alex has figured out how to enjoy time by herself, whether it’s TV which I’m just as bad as most of the other parents who allow too much TV, or it’s up in her room singing along to music, which I love, although when her door is closed I like it better than in the car, because her ear is much better than her voice.

At times Alex will immerse herself in art projects and that’s a wonderful pastime. Alex is beginning to facebook, text and call her old friend Sarah more often and that’s a nice thing, as they only see each other once or twice a year now.

I’m certain that Alex will be able to get a job she can enjoy and a place to live with some level of independence someday, and that’s the goal for all of my kids. She may do this earlier than my academia-nut daughter who is so into school, who knows how many advanced degrees she will attain before venturing out into the world.

I love the way my son interacts with Alex. He tries to be the food police, which I admire but for the tattling issue, he patiently asks for his things back that she has stolen from him; he knows how to explain things to her without talking down to her or getting frustrated. He teases her too- as any siblings would. He mentions when she has accomplishments, he is so kind to her it brings tears to my eyes.

He even signed up to with the Challenge Aspen internship in the spring instead of selecting a more interesting school choice like glass blowing or avalanche training. I remind him from time to time that it is not his job to be her keeper and that I do appreciate his efforts in his relationship with Alex.

I know having a sister with special needs will end up having a hugely positive influence on his life. I’m in no rush.

My only question – why has it taken me four months to talk about  Alex, and it took John only a few pages?

Reflections – Uncle jimmy

People often ask me about Alex’s family and acceptance. To that end in 2009 I asked my four siblings, and Alex’s two siblings to share their reflections on Down syndrome. John and I also contributed.

For these two weeks I will be sharing those reflections in no particular order. This second reflection was published on December 31, 2009.

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My brother Jimmy, or Uncle Dimmy as his nieces and nephews call him, is two years younger than me. We were very close growing up and I believe he looked up to me as his older sister. He was followed by three more sisters, so I can imagine it was tough sometimes for him with all those domineering women!

Jimmy is one of my favorite people. He is one of the funniest people I know and he can get me laughing within seconds of seeing him. He is kind, caring and sensitive, perhaps the result of four sisters. He lives in Florida, so I do not see him nearly as much as I would like. We missed him at Christmas this year.

On this last day of 2009, I will share my brother’s reflection; it brings back happy memories of my father. Uncle Dimmy’s reflection is from the heart, a stream of consciousness, and it is all his.

I remember, first you and John coming to Naples for a visit a couple of months before she was born. I remember you saying you didn’t do the amnio because you were flying down. I also remember you saying amnio or not it didn’t matter. I also remember you digging out a hole in the sand so you could lie on your tummy – I’m smiling just remembering that.

Next, I remember you called me to tell me Alex had arrived and Mom ended up telling me about how special Alex is.

What I remember the most is the relationship she had with Dad. Dad was so crazy for her. I swear they were best friends. I never saw that kind of love Dad shared with Alex – it was so special. I am also the benefactor of her big smiles, big hugs and huge heart.

I love the way she goes out of her way to love me when I’m around and she seems to nurture me! I don’t have the challenges you might have in raising her – but the again – I don’t have the rewards – you win, so does she.

Yes Jimmy, I do love to win. Your memories bring a smile to my face too!

Reflections – Courtney big sister

People often ask me about Alex’s family and acceptance. To that end in 2009 I asked my four siblings, and Alex’s two siblings to share their reflections on Down syndrome. John and I also contributed.

For these two weeks I will be sharing those reflections in no particular order. This second reflection was published on December 17, 2009.

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As hard as it is – I try to respect my other children’s privacy. I do not believe they resent having a sister with down syndrome, nor do I believe we devote more time to Alex. It has always been very important to me to split my time equally between my kids.

That said, I do not know if I am successful. I know Courtney and Tom never begrudge any time I spend with Alex, nor do they complain. But, I am not sure I know how they really feel.

However, when Courtney told me that she wrote about Alex for her college applications I became very curious. I asked her to share her application essays with me, but she did not. Once again I found myself respecting her privacy, and did not pursue it.

But, I did make a deal with myself. Courtney has wanted to go to the University of Pennsylvania ever since I can remember; my father went to Penn as did my grandfather, my aunt, my uncle and one of my sisters. When we went to visit the campus last year she fell in love, it has truly been her dream.

We learned last week that Courtney was accepted as an early decision candidate to the University of Pennsylvania. She will be attending the School of Engineering and Applied Science as a member of the class of 2014. We couldn’t be more proud and happy for Courtney.

This brings me to my deal with myself. I told myself if Courtney got into Penn, I would ask her again to share her essay. I believe a sibling’s position in a family with a child with special needs is so important. Perhaps just an important as the child with special needs. Having down syndrome does not affect just Alex – it affects John and I, and especially Courtney and Tom. We couldn’t be more proud and happy that Courtney is sharing her voice, as follows.

It is easier to rip a newspaper along the grains. There, the paper is uniform and the tear is clear. I had envisioned my life to be along the grain. I wanted to be the same as everyone else. My school, my clothes, and my music resembled everyone else’s in my grade. My family, however, didn’t.

In 1st grade I realized my sister was different. This meant that I was different through association. Alex will only ever be as smart as a middle school student- her standardized tests scores can attest to that. I have a sister who won’t be able to live on her own.

School was mine. I entered the decorated classroom and forgot my family at home. I had new friends and they were the social group of the grade. What eight-year-old kid doesn’t want to be the center of attention? As far as anyone was concerned, I was just like everyone else.

But I really wasn’t. My sister called for me from across crowded hallways and across the congested playground every day. Eyes would turn to me, wondering how I was going to react. When I heard her, I turned the other way and didn’t respond. My cheeks would burn and I wondered what people were thinking. I wanted to get away from her and I couldn’t. She was always the next bedroom away.

Eventually, I stopped trying to live my life in the control seat. I stopped living my own life in general. People saw me through my sister, so that is what I became- Alex’s sister. I sat in the corner while she was out talking to people and singing her off-key songs. I became what I thought people perceived me as. I was quiet and reserved, and I gave center stage to my sister.

I don’t remember exactly when I realized that I didn’t have to be second to her. Alex participates in a lot of activities for children with disabilities, one being therapeutic horseback riding. I spent a lot of time with my sister at her horseback riding sessions, where I watched her confidence grow and her fear become insignificant. She was a real person, and could handle herself well. Who was this girl that caused me so much grief? Did I make her up?

The newspaper was ripped, and there was no going back. I took another look at my life. I saw my sister as a girl who, yes, loves to be the center of attention, but at the same time grew as a real person. She wasn’t afraid to be herself around new people, or around friends. What I ran from in school wasn’t my sister, but it was the idea of a child with Down Syndrome, a child whose different. It was unnecessary energy that I put into hiding from her that I should have spent understanding my sister.

Every weekend, I watch Alex as she jumps out of the car before I turn off the engine. Watching her makes me warm even on the coldest winter days. I love my sister as a person, and through our differences, I’ve come to realize she has helped shape the person I am. My friends aren’t along the grain, they are far from it, and I love them for always being themselves. By keeping my world open to opportunity, I’ve stopping looking at how far I’ve deviated since elementary school and have come to realize how close my life is to the one I’ve always wanted.

Wow, Courtney, this is beautiful.

Reflections – Aunt Katie

People often ask me about Alex’s family and acceptance. To
that end in 2009 I asked my four siblings, and Alex’s two siblings to share their
reflections on Down syndrome. John and I also contributed.

For the next two weeks I will be sharing those
reflections in no particular order. This first reflection was published on
December 5, 2009.

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I’d like to introduce a new series in my narrative of Alex’s life,
this will be called Reflections.

I
have asked our friends and families to provide their own perspectives on Alex;
her birth and her life. Everything I have written to date has been about me, my
perspective and my relationship with Alex. My husband says “it takes a
village”, I appreciate we are not alone in raising Alex – a lot of people
have been in our lives since her birth.

To
recognize the support and love we have received from so many people, I have
asked once again for their assistance. This time I have asked to hear their
voices. I will share as I can – the final reflection will be mine.

These
reflections will not be in any special order, mostly order of receipt. This
first reflection is from my youngest sister, Katie. Katie is the youngest of
the five children in my family. We are one of those Irish Catholic families,
and children with special needs were not that uncommon to us as we grew up.
That idea of kismet strikes me again.

Katie
and I are ten years apart; she was 26 and a newlywed, when Alex was born.
Although Katie and I have a memory difference on this – I remember calling each
of my siblings when Alex was born and they all had different variations of the
same response “so what”. Those first responses were so reassuring, I
believe, it accelerated our healing process.

Thanks
Katie – Kates. Enjoy!

When
my niece, Alex, was born my sister didn’t know that she was having a baby with
Down Syndrome. She was as surprised as the rest of the universe.

When
she did find out, and let us all know, she did it in the form of a letter. The
letter also accompanied the birth announcement. I thought this was a great way
to handle the situation. What she began by saying is that she and my brother in
law, John, joyfully announced the birth of their daughter, Alex Hughes Bender.
She is a beautiful, healthy baby girl with Down Syndrome.

Alex
was never “labeled” in our family. Not once, ever. She was just Alex.
She was treated just like all the other, now 13, nieces and nephews. I think
this has always been a strength of Alex’s, and of ours.

Although
she is not a “normal” kid. She is “normal” to us Hughes’
and that works out just fine for us! She will always hold a special place for
all of us.

Like
the time she wrote an amazing song at my Mom’s wedding that left all 200 people
in tears (in a good way).

We
wouldn’t be the Hughes’, in our best form, without Alex Hughes Bender. Can’t
imagine life without her.

Amen
Sister!