Inspired by the 31for21 Down Syndrome Blog Challenge and happiness-project.com, I began this blog in pursuit of my own happiness while raising my 3 children -- including identical twins with Down syndrome. On these pages, I endeavor to document the bits and pieces of my life that bring me the most happiness and keep me focused on all the positive stuff going on.
Advocacy, Angels and Random Happy Thoughts. These are the threads of happiness that are inextricably woven through the cloth of my life. Staying focused and writing about these things is what keeps me Walking on the Happy Side of Life. I'd love it if you would "Take A Walk on the Happy Side" with me.
It’s been awhile since I told an “Old Soul” story. She is laugh-out-loud funny with her straight-forward observations and commentary on the crazy world we live in. Yesterday, she just plain old cracked me up.
I brought my dear old Dad with me on my school pick-up rounds (as I sometimes do). Usually, I’m running “just-past-the-nick-of-time” and make it to her school 2 minutes post-dismissal. This actually works out well because the Old Soul typically brings up the rear in her class (she moves slowly… I just do too much) and I end up pulling into a newly vacated parking spot — previously taken by a parent who lives their life in early or on-time mode (which is not me). I barely come to a stop right in front of the door as she walks out. It works well for us! However, inexplicably, yesterday we got to the school a bit early and couldn’t find a parking space close to the door so I had to park down the block. I left Grandpa in the car with the boys and ran out to get my little Hippie Chick (aka the Old Soul). As we headed to the car happily holding hands and skipping (yes, both of us), this exchange ensued:
O: Did you leave the boys in the car all by themselves?
M: No! I’d get arrested for that. You’re not allowed to leave little kids alone.
O: Are they at home?
M: Nope. They’re in the car waiting for you!
O: Who’s in the car with them?
M: Who do you think?
Nearing the car you could barely make out the vague image of someone in the front passenger seat. She immediately started laughing.
O: OH, IT’S GRANDPA! I CAN SEE HIS BIG OLD NOSE THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!
She’s right! Broken 7 times playing football in the pre-face guard years, his “big old nose” DOES stand out… giving the phrase, “it’s as plain as the nose on your face” a whole new meaning in our family!