Sunday, November 23, 2014

Fanksgiving

Megan using chopsticks to be a walrus. ;) 

This morning’s conversation with Megan, just one more reminder what a joy she truly is, my darling girl who has Down syndrome. 

She’s been talking about Thanksgiving, a holiday she and I both love, since September. Usually she’s said things like, “Fanksgiving is next week.” or “Fanksgiving is coming up! It’s next Fursday!”

And I correct her by telling her it’s in two months, or three weeks, or whatever. 

But now it finally is coming up; it’s in four days. 

So anyway, we’ve been talking on and off about it, and Megan, who has a wonderful grasp of the meaning of the holiday, has been telling anyone we come into contact with what she’s thankful for. Friends, acquaintances, and strangers alike have heard her say, “I’m fankful for having food, and a house to live in, and a bed to sleep in.” 

All this on her own, too; I haven’t coached her in what to say. Her true gratitude for these things is heartfelt and almost palpable. 

So this morning as I was making my Red Rose English Breakfast tea with hazelnut creamer, and Megan was making hers, she announced to Ryan that Fanksgiving is this week. To which he groaned a little; at 14 he’s not so patient with hearing her say the same thing 331 times in a two month period. 

And then she proceeded to say, “I’m fankful I came out of your tummy.”

She leaned in against me as she sat in a chair, and I stood next to her and hugged her.

“I kicked you, and I had the hiccups. I’m glad I came out of your tummy,” she reiterated.

“I’m thankful you came out of my tummy too,” I said. “Otherwise I’d be hobbling about dragging you around still inside me.” 

Megan thought about this for a few seconds, her mouth pursed in evaluation. Then she said, “Mummy! Take dat back, you fief!” 

And she busted up in giggles. She knows that “Take that back!” is a response to when someone says something not quite right, but she always uses it jokingly, and not always at an appropriate time. I’m not sure where “you fief!” (you thief) comes in, but it always sounds funny when she says this. 

Well, we both were giggling after this exchange. That line of Megan‘s, “Take dat back, you fief!” is almost a cliché in our house, like an oft quoted line in a favorite movie. And anyone who knows my family well knows that quoting lines from movies is almost another language we speak. 

Much earlier this morning, about 4:30 a.m. to be precise, both Megan and I were awake at the same time. I had been awake for hours, so I moseyed into the kitchen to get a snack of toast with cheddar cheese. As I sat at the table slicing the block of extra sharp cheddar, I cut a thicker slice for Megan to have.

She nibbled at it while I finished making my snack, and in the stillness I hear her say, “Mmmm, *so* moist.”

That’s a line from a movie called A Cinderella Story, starring Hilary Duff. The scene was one with the stepmother being mean to “Cinderella,” aka Sam in the movie, as said stepmother had a plate of warm cookies and ate one in front of Sam, saying, “Mmmmm, *so* moist.” 

And Megan, in great movie quoting fashion, has the line and inflection down pat. Even with a slice of extra sharp cheddar cheese, instead of a cookie. 

We both busted up laughing, which made her say it again. And then we each went back to bed.

I don’t know about Megan, but as I tiptoed back to my room, I just felt this great sense of love, and thankfulness, and lightheartedness. Every interaction between me and my children, no matter how small or  silly, is another bonding experience, another little knot in the ties that bind our hearts together. 

And Megan was right; I agree with her. I’m glad she came out of my tummy. 

Otherwise my back would be killing me dragging that 26 year old girl around all day inside me. ;) 

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