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A typical Saturday. Karate lessons, check. Groceries, check. Haircuts, check. Happily, we have all achieved our intended goals on schedule.
But for me, this typical Saturday has not always been. Saturdays in the past have involved many different things. Refusal to try on new shoes at the store. Running away and screaming at department store announcements. Tantrums in the aisles of the supermarket when the store is out of princess fruit snacks. Strangers approaching our errands saying, "I have a cousin 'Like That,'" nodding their heads As If they Understand, or worse, avoiding eye contact as we approach. Community outings on Saturdays with my daughter have not always been normal. But then, with 16 years of navigating her sensory issues, limited speech, and diagnosis of Down syndrome, my perception of Normal is vastly different from the norm.
It is not Normal to find people who fully accept my daughter and everything that she is, but Dani is the exception. We moved to a new community 3 years ago, and I am truly grateful to have found this gem of a person. Dani is my hairdresser. When I first inquired about cutting Miss M's hair, she openly welcomed her into her clientele. Patiently she waited for Miss M to cross the barrier into the salon, with its hairdryers and bustle of conversation and motion. When she sat down in the chair, she engaged her in conversation and made her giggle. She approached her slowly, but with confidence and grace. Eye contact and smiles, my girl was enamored. And it didn't hurt that Dani has Red Hair. Red, her favorite color.
Each time we arrive at the salon, the transition has gotten easier.
Today, it was Normal.
She sat. Dani cut.
Dani added her flair.
But Extraordinarily Exceptional, and Blue.
What a delightful, ordinary Saturday.
What a Delightful Dani.