I’ve heard that new parents (I qualify) often don’t understand or connect well with kids older than their own; if it’s their first. I get it. I have a niece and a nephew and they do things all the time I just can’t wrap my mind around.
Clearly, that lack of understanding is on my part. They’re both just kids being kids at an age I haven’t been up close and personal with just yet. Doubtless, once my daughter turns the corner on those ages I’m going to think, A-ha, now I get it. Wow. So that’s what this is about. But for now, I’m left sometimes scratching my head.
My nephew is a phenomenal kid named Ethan. He’s seven, a boy in every sense of the word, and aside from one challenge I’ll mention shortly, he’s the luckiest kid I know. He has two parents, a sister, and an extended family who absolutely adore him, he’s (sometimes irritatingly) incredibly bright, genuinely funny, and has a world of possibilities ahead of him.
He also has type 1 diabetes.
Next: My wife and I are good friends with another couple, J and R, who have a daughter roughly the age of our own named Sidney. She’s a sweet, loving little girl who never tires of giving kisses and hugs. And for a dad whose daughter is an Einstein at signing “all done” when I give her kisses, Sidney’s unwavering affection is a joy.
She also has down syndrome.