We were in the mall a little too long. We live in the country so a trip to the city usually means everyone goes in a different direction. We were unloading the boys for a stroll around the mall and a snack, while the teens went to a “sit-down” place, not the boys’ favorite thing. We discovered their bag had been left at the church, so everything stopped for an emergency trip back for the all important bag, full of medicines, and equipment. We were already unpacked so we stayed at the mall. What we forgot was that the bag had our money…so they took off for 3 hours leaving us with lots of window shopping and no treats!
We were okay, but a little bummed. It was the end of the visit and had found a bench near the front so we. could. go!
“HI! Can I sit here?”
I thought it was a little crowded for just one bench and two grumpy kids, but I said sure.
“What’s his name? He’s cute…”
(Lucas, as if realizing he had an audience, starts his charming routine) …Then he reaches for her bag.
“Sorry!,” I say. “He likes noise. He wants to hear what your bag will sound like.”
She is busy getting her packages back together and I see she has the prettiest red hair and is just so pleasant, even though Lucas has clearly caused her a bit of distress.
After looking him over, she says, “Hey! He’s special! He’s special, isn’t he??”
Not sure how to answer that, I say , “Yes, he’s very special.”
“I could tell. I’m special too. I’m a different kind of special. He doesn’t have Down Syndrome. I have Down Syndrome. ”
!!!! Wow !!!! Who were the wonderful people in this lady’s life that she knew that different meant special, not weird.!!!
Our conversation went on from there, but I left the mall feeling very happy we had been stuck. I got to meet someone who really did seem to know how special she was and made my world a pretty special place that Sunday afternoon!