My son talks so much; interacts so much;understands so much; I am confident of his brilliance. I wonder, like every other mom - what he will be - what he will do in life. He’s already bilingual, plus he can use sign language (in Spanish and English). There are days I go about my merry way with my regular-old-little boy.

Then, there’s this walking thing. He’s 2 years and 2m months, and he can’t walk. He can scoot on his butt and when driven enough, he crawls on his elbows, pulling his body along. The most well-intended people offer suggestions, therapy (always more therapy), and I begin to doubt what I am doing. Am I doing all I can? Could I do more?

I am constantly torn. I live a duality of normal and this thing…this…thing we’ve all got…Down Syndrome. But then there’s this little boy that has me and my daughter whipped, whipped in love with him and I catch myself feeling, gosh, feeling so normal. So, which world do I live in? After the round-about-year I’ve had with a few "normal" people out there, I am beginning to think that the world of the abnormal is much closer to fine; a much saner place to be.