Two weeks ago I attended a first-grade boy's birthday party with my son. He receives few invitations, so that pizza in the bowling alley was one I'll not soon forget.
When I heard
Bill Gaventa speak at the
Christian Council on Disabilities conference last year, he said that one of his goals for cognitively impaired people was for them to have the problem he had: too many introductions and invitations. I have heard several mothers bemoan the fact that their children with Down syndrome have not gotten invited to playgroups like their typical children did. When I hear this, I wonder how the Christian community can be so blind in this area.
This morning our son headed straight from the bath tub toward the sound of high-pitched friction in the guest room, where my husband, surrounded by tarps, rollers, and paint trays, was attacking the Winnie the Pooh border left by the previous homeowner with a Wall Claw.* Our son, along with our beagle, wanted to be where the action was. Since he began walking last summer, it has been fun to see him choosing where he wants to be. Evidently, it is in the center of things.
*Device for punching holes in wallpaper prior to spreading a liquid gel that aids in its removal (trademark name).Recommended reading:
Unexpected Guests at God's Banquet, by Brett Webb-Mitchell