Prom Night

When Kenzie was young, I hung out with a group of Moms who also had kids with down syndrome. We spent a lot of time talking about our hopes and dreams for our children and trying to imagine their future.

Last night was Mackenzie's prom. After all the excitement was over and I was laying in bed  last night, I realized that all my hopes and dreams for this evening had come true.

She experienced all the excitement, celebration and love that every graduate should feel on such an evening. She looked and felt like a princess, she was surrounded by people who were proud of her and celebrated her achievements. There was romance in the air and a protective father (or two) hovering nearby.

The day began with a trip to the salon where she underwent a transformation that all women dream about. Her hair was sprayed, curled, twisted and pinned into her crowning glory. Her makeup was perfect. When she got home and slipped into her dress, shoes and earrings, she was more than ready!

Oh but wait! we almost forgot one thing...

Now we are ready!

A limousine ride had been arranged by one of the parents. This included taking a group of kids down to the legislative grounds for pictures and then a cruise up and down Whyte Avenue for the traditional honking and waving that grads like to do in this town.

Us parents met the graduates at the convention centre for the official start. All the kids looked wonderful - so happy, excited and proud. We parents alternated between looking proud and a bit stunned!

Kenzie couldn't wait for her Dad to show up. There is something in every little girl that seeks her fathers approval and love. Well, he showed up, and she got it. He kept telling her how beautiful she looked and how proud he was of her. Even when she wasn't around he said he loved her dress and that it was absolutely stunning and perfect for her. Every picture of them together shows the pride on his face, and no more so than the first dance when grads danced with their parent.

Of course, dancing with your parent is exciting. Thrilling even. But nothing, and I mean nothing, beats dancing with a young man. A young man your parents said would have to wait for you until you graduated. A young man you are not allowed to date until you are 18. A young man who has been telling you how pretty you are. A young man who makes you feel all twitterpated.


Oh yeah. Dad? Dad Who?

Of course, that was not the last dance of the evening. Not by far. There were fast dances, slow dances, robot dances, group dances and slow dances to fast music. Whether dancing with her beau or with a group of friends, she didn't want to stop.


One of the highlights for me was when the night was almost over. Her friend had left and so had most of the attendees. A few clusters of dancing groups were left on the dance floor. She had come to sit with us and rest. Then, the Village People started to sing YMCA. She popped up from her seat and without a word to us, headed out to the dance floor by herself. We laughed and commented that she didn't need anyone to dance with to have fun. Before she had been out there a moment or two, a guy from one of the groups came over to her and started dancing and showing her how to do the YMCA hand signals. After the dance was over, he bent down, gave her a hug and disappeared. Another song started and a group of girls pulled Kenzie into their circle and she continued dancing.

The ease and self-confidence my daughter displays astounds me. I'm sure that when I was her age, I didn't have it as together as she does!

Year ago, I wished for happiness, acceptance and as normal a life as possible for my beautiful baby girl. Last night I watched a fairytale come to life.

Anxiety Dreams and a Building Bedroom Suite

I had a very odd dream last night. I dreamt the sun exploded, the wind started to blow and it went completely dark. Kenzie was with her Grandpa and they came into the house to find me.  Kenzie then said "Jesus said I have to go now and see the world" and then she very happily took off skipping down the road, onto a dock & got on a ship with some girl. I asked her about her diabetes and she said "don't worry, I have all I need in my backpack". Then I woke up. Hmmmmm... anxiety dream yah think? lol!


Kenzie was over at the house today helping her big brother put together her new bedroom suite. 

She is such a carpenter - check out her hammering skills.....

More Freedom

We just bought Kenzie a new phone. An iPhone no less! I am amazed at how quickly she has picked up how to use it. She can now text, which she couldn't do on her old phone. I hadn't really thought about it before, but the touchscreen is much easier for her to use than the old style cell phone. She can also access her Facebook account and she is busy taking pictures left, right and centre!

As she takes the pictures, we are adding them to the corresponding phone number in her contact list. That way if she happens not to recognize someone's name when they call, she can see their picture.

So, to all of those on Kenzie's Facebook friend list, I apologize if you get a whole lot of posts asking you how you are doing lol!

Graduation!

Well, the first half anyway.

Last weekend Kenzie had her Cap & Gown ceremony. She got to walk across the stage, accept her diploma, get lots of pictures taken, throw her hat up in the air and grin from ear to ear.

She cracked me up when the first thing she said when she got off the stage was "Now I can move out!" I had to remind her she still has a month of classes left and then her prom. Can't wait for the fancy dress, hair and make up at the end of June!!