DS Awareness--Post #1

Last Saturday we attended our sons' football game at Grand Valley near Grand Rapids, MI. Gabe had slept through our pregame picnic supper so I'd filled two styrofoam cups with potatoes 'n carrots and pumpkin pie. As I walked through the entrance gate with Gabe in one arm, the cups in other, sweatshirts slung over my arm, and a diaper bag on my shoulder, a woman informed me that,

"No food or beverages are allowed in the stadium."

I pleaded,

"But this is food for the baby. He hasn't had supper and they don't really have appropriate food for him at the concession stand."

She looked up at him, grinned, pointed a few yards away, and replied,

"Well, that's my daughter over there so as far as I'm concerned you can bring in anything he needs."

I turned to see an older teenage girl with Down syndrome taking tickets where another line formed. In we went, with Gabe's supper.

That extra chromosome helps us make connections with people everywhere we go.