Pinwheels make me think of Avery. When the breeze picks up and they begin to spin, catching colors from the sky, reflecting the sun, the colors of the garden, the fading tulips and the lilacs just in bloom, I remember Avery when he was 2. He could watch a pinwheel for hours, but of course the wind never lasted that long. Avery is my second son, a fraternal twin, born early on the first Sunday in June. At 5 days old, he was diagnosed with Down syndrome.
Avery is 15, now. At least once a day, he calls me “beautiful mom.” I don’t know where he learned it, or why he says it, but I’ve come to think of it as all part of the mystery of Avery–how lucky I am to have the words “beautiful mom” as a regular addition to my days, and how lucky I am to have Avery in my life.