Dare to be different

Today is not a good day for the advancement of Down’s syndrome awareness.  It is a pretty shit day for those who care about someone who has Down’s syndrome.  I can’t imagine what sort of day it feels like for anyone who has Down’s syndrome.

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We don’t need no education

What are children good for?  You can no longer lie in your bed.  You can’t have a night out without a full project plan.  Your house is no longer yours.  Children pretty much mess up anything that used to be important to you.  For some reason though, it’s hard not to love them (your own at least).

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R-E-S-P-E-C-T

This Christmas, lets hear it for the mums.

This may be a dad and daughter blog, but I think occasionally (just occasionally mind!) it’s worth reflecting on the role undertaken by our children’s mums.

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Who Goes? You Decide…

It’s a fairly stupid thing to be concerned with for your 2 year old daughter, but I frequently worry whether Eilidh will grow up and get married in the future.

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Testing times

Every medical test that Rory has, I expect him to pass.  So why do I assume the worst every single time for Eilidh?

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Hold me closer tiny dancer

In my youth I was in love with multiple female rock heros. Usually they were only provided secondary band member status by the alpha male lead singer, but to me there was always something very cool about the rock chick.

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Yeah, she has Down’s Syndrome

For quite some time when Eilidh was born I felt the need to tell everyone that Eilidh had Down’s.  She wasn’t just my daughter, she was my daughter with Down’s Syndrome.  It didn’t matter the situation or the topic of conversation:

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Cycle Superstar

Eilidh is very proud of her Guide Parent Graham who raised an amazing amount for Down’s Syndrome Scotland last year.  He’s been chosen as the UK challenge event fundraiser of the year.

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Children In Need

You know you are of a certain age when you find yourself sitting in on a Friday night watching Children in Need. It wasn’t that long ago that Friday night meant doing a ‘straight frae’, meaning you hit the pub at 5pm, skipped dinner (eatin’s cheatin) and drank through until the last train home.

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Halloween

A tangerine, a toffee apple and if I was lucky some home made tablet (teeth-rotting Scottish confectionary) from Mrs Walker along the road. That was a good nights takings at Halloween. All the kids in the street headed for Mrs Walkers house first to avoid disappointment – an orderly row of Wee Willy Winkies, Witches and Vampires patiently waiting at her door. The kind of sight that today would probably be on Facebook before we had even made it back home.

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