Up Syndrome - Issue 15

Insight

Moishey had an eyelash stuck in one of his eyes. His camp counselor took him to the infirmary and the devoted nurse got the bothersome lash out after a couple of attempts. Moishey breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Now I will be able to say the brachah ‘pokeach ivrim.’”

Covering All Bases

Moishey sat down to his Shabbos morning “kokosh cake” breakfast and he prepared an orange next to it. “This is for my diet,” he explained.

Text Talk

Moishey has his own cell phone. The following is a text conversation between Moishey and myself:

Moishey: Mommy, how is life Me: With you as my son, it’s just super!!

Moishey: Great. Just keep on smiling

Thank G-d!

Moishey was away on an overnight yeshivah trip. After waking up in the hotel room, which he shared with his buddies, he called home from his cell phone. Nobody was available to answer the phone, and this was Moishey’s message on our voicemail: “Hello Tati, Hello Mommy – A Git Morgen … Modeh Ani Lefunechu ... okay, I’d like to talk to you please.”

A Woman’s Place Is in the Kitchen…

Following our daily routine, I sent Moishey a text to his cell-phone to yeshivah: “Moishey, did you take your medicine?” No response. A while later I again wrote, “Moishey, you haven’t answered my previous text; have you taken your medicine? Please let me know!” Shortly thereafter, Moishey’s response: “I am sorry Mommy, I was in the middle of davening (praying) and I really did take my medicine, so, you could do your housework now.”

Like Son, Like Mother…

Tonight as I was putting Binyomin Dovid to sleep, I asked him what book he wanted and he made a joke out if it. I made one back and we started saying absurdities back and forth — he had that twinkle in his eye. At one point in response to something he said, I said some nonsense words; his response was, “Ima, maybe you need a social worker.”

Hakaras Hatov ’Til the Sky

Last week when I was waiting outside with my son, Dovid, for his taxi to school, it was drizzling a bit.

He told me “geshem” — rain. I asked him, “Who brings the rain?” and he said, “Hashem.” I then asked him why we need the rain. He thought a second and answered that he didn’t know. So I told him, “for the flowers and trees.” “He smiled and nodded. I went on and added, “to have water to drink.”

He said “be’emet?” (“really?”) and I nodded.

Then he looked up at the rain and screamed (really loudly in the quiet streets of Yerushalayim at 6:50 in the morning) “Todah rabbah Hashem, todah rabbah al hamayim”!

How can we not love him!!!

Outta’ the Mouths of Babes

Erev Shabbos Chazon — Right at candle lighting, Binyomin Dovid turned to me and asked, “Ima, when will the Bais Hamikdash stop being destroyed already?”

I wish I had an answer nearly as good as the question.

Ouch!

A situation at home was getting under my skin and I yelled, “I am so mad!” Instantly, Moishey said, very calmly, “Oh yeah? So take a chill pill.”

The Rewards of Arrogance:

I came up with a solution to a situation involving Moishey and then I proudly beamed and said to him, “So Moishey, am I not smart?’ to which he retorted, “Yeah, especially when you sleep.”

Amateur Geneticist:

My husband was davening with Moishey in shul, alongside his chaver and son. The young boy kept looking at Moishey during the tefillos and when they were over, he confidently told his father: “I know for sure that Moishey does not have Down syndrome. I davened next to him and saw him the entire time; his tongue doesn’t hang out and he DOESN’T have DS!!

Hereditary Syndrome:

My husband was joking with Moishey about his yeshivah in our basement, which is non-existent, but plays itself out in Moishey’s fantasies. After a number of jabs at him, Moishey said, “Tatty, you are such a Downie!”

This article first appeared in issue #15 of Down Syndrome Amongst Us


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