Friday, October 30, 2015

Growing up With Jared: Thanks for the Talk, Gabby...

Growing up With Jared: Thanks for the Talk, Gabby...: Jared's phone broke, so he sent it home to be fixed. We fixed it, and what amazes me is the number of calls and texts our son gets. As ...

Thanks for the Talk, Gabby...

Jared's phone broke, so he sent it home to be fixed. We fixed it, and what amazes me is the number of calls and texts our son gets. As Down Syndrome Awareness month comes to a close, I have to marvel at the life that Jared gets to live. After listening to the bells, alarms and whistles eminating from Jared's phone, I finally had to unlock his screen and see who contacts this young man. Besides a bunch of texts from family and friends, I noticed that there were a few missed texts from Gabby, so I called her.  I wanted her to know that Jared was not ignoring her, that his phone was just broken.  And as I dialed her number, I realized how much I miss this beautiful young lady now that Jared is away at school. Gabby missed the call, but seconds later rang me back. When I answered, she seemed surprised to hear my voice at first, but then proceeded to put me on speaker phone so that I could talk with both her and her amazing mentor. We had so much fun talking, three women: two of them young and on their way out for a Friday night, one of them older and staying in, a mom, happy to chat about what everyone was up to. This is wishful thinking, I know, but wishes do come true, so I found myself hoping that Gabby will always be in Jared's life. I like how the two of them are working to stay connected even while they are both in college. I like how they each pursue their dreams while also counting on the pure love that they have for eachother. I like how Gabby likes me, how she likes to talk to me. I think it's because she knows, somehow that by talking to me, she is closer to Jared. And she is. The funny thing is, I too feel closer to Jared when I talk to Gabs. Somehow, talking to her makes things alright, cool, hopeful really. Now there's a word, HOPE. That's the word that hold us up when parenthood  takes an unexpected path. That's the word that keeps us advocating, pushing forward, celebrating...
So, as strange as this sounds, I guess this is a love letter of sorts to the girl who makes my son's heart beat faster. Oh how he adores you, Gabby. No matter what happens in the future, you two have this now...hope, love, and absolute adoration for each other. Enjoy it; savor it. I had a lot of fun talking to you tonight, Gabby. It made me miss Jared just a bit less.