AHA!! There's the rub...
I can't tell you a thing.
I can't tell you a thing, because just as I predicted five years ago, Rukai is pretty much exactly like any other kid, and there's only so much clinical jargon I can hurl about when it comes to the condition which is supposed to make him a gargantuan anomaly.
But (and you know where this is going) he's still not. He's a kid. A five year old boy called Rukai. He is no monster. He is no one to fear, nor to pity, nor to discard.
A kid with possibility. A future. Feelings, and emotions and a distinct, raging lack of opportunity lain before him because he has a learning disability.
That is what is to be pitied.
But I digress...
Of Rukai, I can't tell you a thing, other than to ramble on about what he has learned, how he's developed, how much more deeply he's embedded himself into my heart - a heart which in size is quite pathetic in comparison to his own. That little, huge heart which begins at 'delight' and ends at 'joy'. That heart which loves first, questions and answers all in one breath and has only one demand which is to light up. To elevate. To soar.
Rukai does not do self pity.
Rukai does not do jealousy.
Rukai does not do hatred, or envy, or malice.
He sure does crabby and stubborn and annoyed, but the real dark stuff? No. There is only light here.
And this is a problem, how?
Today I saw a clip of some televised interview where the subtitle still referred to my child as a subspecies of humanity ('Down's baby') - those poor dejected uneducated little editors or producers or whomever's job it is to categorize human beings throwing that phrase out as they'd throw my boy out, without any inkling of what they're missing. The presenters' discomfort palpable, no idea where to look or what to say other than 'he's so cute!' while desperately clock-watching for the ad break to kick in.
Pah.
But I know better.
So many of us know better.
And as God is my witness, I hope that with all my nattering for half a decade, with all my angst and anger and fear and upset and triumph and compromise and adjustment, with all those things...
I hope YOU know better, too.
Unless you want a full run-down on every milestone Rukai's hit,
Or every holiday we've taken,
Every party we've attended,
Every school day we've enjoyed,
Every dance class we've loved,
Every friend we've made,
I can't tell you a thing.
Because what I'd say would be so typical, so ordinary, so NORMAL, that it would bore you to tears. But out there in society, there is such an undertow about this condition, the misinformation churning, threatening, sucking people under the mire of falsehoods, of confusion, of gut-wrenching fear.
Lies, lies and damned lies.
Yet here I sit, pounding away on keys that have so many stories hidden within them. I know the past year has been difficult for the Ds community, in terms of political tides, so-called medical 'advances', those things which, prior to having Rukai, I would have welcomed with open arms. A non invasive pregnancy test which would have detected his Down's syndrome so early I'd have had LOADS of time to make a horrendous choice.
Just over five years ago I may have taken it. Because I only heard what Medicine was saying: 'Problem.'
I only heard what Society was saying: 'Disaster.'
I only heard what Fear was saying: 'You can't handle it.'
And today, five years on, I answer them all:
Joy.
Fortune.
Stronger than you think.
I won't kid you. Life is HARD.
But I won't kid you. Before Rukai, life was harder.
Because before Rukai I didn't have unconditional love.
I didn't have someone who was like a sponge, eager to learn and sharp as a tack.
Although he takes longer to learn, he does learn. But more importantly, I learn.
More still, you learn.
So now that you've heard me for that half decade,
Now that I've written those words which stick in your craw,
Which jab you like a sharpened elbow in a shopping mall,
Which poke you in the eye like a wayward airborne cotton seed,
Take them.
Take them in,
Pack them up,
Wrap them in a tight bow,
And give them away.
Go ahead and teach someone else. Tell them. Help them see. Help them understand.
Down's syndrome is not a disaster. It is a difference.
People with Down's syndrome are people. They are not a malfunction. They are not a flaw. They are not a problem.
They are not 'They'.
Rukai is my son.
Rukai is my heart.
Rukai is my world.
Rukai is a person. He is not 'Down's syndrome'.
Since the day he was born I made a promise to him, in that cold hospital room, listening to Adele singing about a fire starting in her heart, mine was blazing too.
'I've got your back,' I whispered. 'Welcome to the world, little man.'
If you're reading this,
If you're feeling this,
If you care about this,
Take it and TEACH. Welcome him to the world once and for all.
I cannot do this alone.
#WDSD17
This post also appeared here on The Mighty and here on The Huffington Post.
