Pushing the little boys around in the cart, Avery sits in the seat near me and Bennett is in the front with the groceries–a gallon of milk, yogurt, cheese. Bannanas, apples, tomatoes. Bread. Both boys are wearing their white T-shirts with the blue and yellow Buddy Walk logo on the front.
Families pass us and without even realizing it, I scan faces. I see Down syndrome everywhere; I can’t help it. A child laughs and squints his eyes and giggles and I think, Hmmm? I see a little tongue dart out of a baby’s mouth, and I think, Maybe? Or a white T-shirt, Is that blue and yellow on the front?
And then I remember, no. We’re not at the Buddy Walk anymore; we’re back to real life. But it’s like a pleasant little dream I don’t want to let go of: a time and a place where families like ours are expected, and accepted.