To the editor,
Eight years ago, I didn’t even know this day existed ( Editor’s note: Down Syndrome Awareness Day is March 21).
I was blissfully unaware of a world I hadn’t been …
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To the editor,
Eight years ago, I didn’t even know this day existed (Editor’s note: Down Syndrome Awareness Day is March 21).
I was blissfully unaware of a world I hadn’t been invited into yet. The advocating, the researching, the constant learning. I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
My daughter, Elsie Lou, has Down syndrome.
And if you’ve been around me for any length of time, you know this day is complicated for me.
Because while loving her is easy, everything around that love can be incredibly hard.
Fighting comes naturally now. Speaking up, pushing back, making space where there wasn’t space before, that’s become part of who I am. But constantly feeling like I have to justify her seat at the table… that’s exhausting in a way I don’t think I’ll ever fully get used to.
Parenting is hard.
Parenting a child with special needs is a completely different kind of hard.
It stretches you.
It humbles you.
It asks more of you than you ever thought you had to give.
It’s the advocating when I’m already tired.
It’s the explaining when I wish I didn’t have to.
It’s the subtle and not so subtle moments where it’s clear the world wasn’t built with her in mind.
It’s the weight of knowing I can’t afford to stay quiet.
And there’s also the unknown, the parts of the road we haven’t walked yet. That kind of uncertainty changes you. It teaches you to hold joy and fear in the same breath.
So while this day is called “awareness,” what I really hope for is understanding.
Please learn from families who are living it.
Please make space without being asked.
Please assume value, not limitation.
Because Elsie Lou has changed the way I see the world.
She’s changed how I show up in it.
She’s taught me to notice who is included and who is not.
She’s made me braver, more aware, and less willing to accept “that’s just the way it is.”
And little by little, I do see change happening.
More people learning.
More people making space.
More people choosing to see the value that has always been there.
And to the families walking this same road, I know how much you carry. The love, the fatigue, the determination, the uncertainty. You are not alone in any of it.
This life is hard.
And it is also building something good, steady, and real. In our families, in our communities, and in the mission behind Elsie’s Barnyard: creating space where children like Elsie are not just accommodated but expected.
And little by little, by our example, the world is learning how to make room.
Thank you!
Mandy Fleming
Ellsworth