For the past three weeks when I have taken Ruby to therapy there has been a lady there with her little boy ,who has Down syndrome ,and his big brother, who looks to be about 10 or 11.I always smile at this lady and I wish I could talk to her but she only speaks spanish and I can't.
Today I was sitting there in the office waiting to be called back for Ruby's appointment when I heard a voice say,"How old is she?" I looked up and the older boy was asking me about Ruby,I answered,"She's nine months," and smiled at him.He looked at Ruby and smiled a minute and then he said,"She's like my brother," and I said with a smile "Yes,she is.How old is your brother?" He answered that his brother was five years old. He smiled, said something to his mother and then went back to reading his book.
I don't know why but I have thought back to that brief exchange with that young boy all day.Just the tone of his voice and the way he looked at me,like we shared a special secret.It made me happy then and it makes me happy now and brings tears to my eyes ."She's like my brother."