The Child King

[Debbie Yost]

A couple months ago I decided it was time to sit Diva down and discuss Down syndrome with her. When Peanut was born, Diva was only 2.5 years old. She grew up knowing a sister, not a diagnosis. However, at some point we knew it would be necessary to explain it. I pulled out our copy of We'll Paint the Octopus Red. Diva listened to the book and then I explained that Peanut had Down syndrome and what that meant. Her reaction was minimal. She really had no questions and I decided not to push the issue. I wasn't sure how much she understood, but felt that was enough for now and I'd answer questions when she had them.

Fast forward to Christmas Eve. As I prepared Christmas Eve dinner for my parents and bothers and our family, I watched one Christmas movie after another from my collection. One of the movies I own is The Child King. This is not a high production movie. It was never in theaters and the only way to get it is by ordering it on DVD. The movie stars a young man with Down syndrome who is about 15 years old. Even though it is a low budget film it is still a great, heart-warming story and I highly recommend it. But, I digress, Diva came into the room and within seconds asked, "Does that boy have Down syndrome?" I couldn't believe it. It made my day. I guess she does understand!

The beauty of growing up with a person with a medical diagnosis or condition is all you see is the person. She didn't think it was sad he had Down syndrome. She just recognized it like you might recognize someone has brown hair or blue eyes. To me, it was one of the best Christmas presents I could receive.