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Stories of Wil: Just friends being friends

Wil and his friends

Wil is a 13-year-old boy with Down syndrome. He is the little brother, by 20 months, to twin sisters, Katherine and Elizabeth. Wil mom, Christie, knew very little about Down syndrome when Wil was diagnosed shortly after his birth. It didn’t take long for Christie to realize how enriching life with Down syndrome is. Embracing this newfound life, Christie was compelled to share her experiences with Wil. Christie desire, in sharing these stories, is to promote an awareness, understanding, and appreciation of the amazing capabilities of individuals with Down syndrome.

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“I was just wondering if Wil wanted to be part of the 7 dwarfs. We were thinking he could be Snuggly, Giggly, Silly, or Smiley! Considering Wil has all those traits!” I received this text from Ashley Bobo about Halloween costumes. Ashley and Wil, now in 8th grade, have gone to school together and been friends since preschool.

I read Ashley text aloud to Wil. He jumped up and responded, “Yes!” Wil chose Smiley, then I received another text from Ashley: “Or Seeger was thinking he could be the prince if he wanted to.”��(Seeger DuRussel is another good friend of Wil from school.)

“The prince!” Wil said without an ounce of hesitation. Which is quite apt, as Wil friends, who are planning a Snow White-style Halloween, are all girls.

Our Down Syndrome Support Team holds an annual Buddy Walk the last Sunday of September to raise awareness and acceptance for individuals with Down syndrome. With the pandemic, the decision was to hold a virtual event. Wil and his friends were not to miss out, so we held a small, local walk in which about 30 friends participated. Wil, of course, walked with his close buddies, Ashley, Seeger, Lila Harvey and Sarah Stommen. At one point during the walk, Wil decided he needed a break and sat down on the sidewalk. Wil friends stopped to cheer him on. With their encouragement, Wil jumped up and they all started running. The friends joked it was the “Buddy Run.”

Near the end of the walk, we climbed to the top of the Klager Elementary School bus loop. Once at the top, Wil friends ran down the steep, grassy hill along the side of the bus loop. Wil remained at the top, looking trepid.��Once again, the cheering section arose. His friends’ cheers nudged Wil over the edge and he tore down the hill. Once united, the friends jumped, laughed and cheered in a circle. It just as rewarding to be the cheerleader as it is to be the cheered.

Last year, I was talking to Ashley after school. She told me about an activity in gym the group of friends enjoyed participating in together. Then she said Wil grew tired and laid flat out on the gym floor. She shrugged her shoulders, smiled and said, “That just Wil being Wil.”

When Wil doesn’t have the words, his actions are his communication. Wil friends understand his language.��Wil doesn’t judge others or create drama; it simply not in his arsenal. In that way, his friends are fully free to be themselves. If you are sad, he accepts your sadness without question. If you are happy, he accepts your happiness fully. If you feel goofy, he more than willing to join you in the silliness. If you need a hug, he has one at the ready. If that your clothing style, then it cool. To Wil, that just you being you.

As a parent of a child with special needs, I know first-hand the fight for acceptance.��I also know first-hand that acceptance is quite fundamental: It just friends being friends.

by Marsha Chartrand

Marsha Johnson Chartrand, a founder, writer, and copy editor with the Manchester Mirror, is a 50-year resident of Manchester. She has a long history of volunteer and community involvement.