She throws in short stories of personal experiences.\u00a0 She giggles…not an inappropriate chortle, but a happy one because she’s on THIS side of TS…the expert side…the side that knows how far she’s come and wants the world to know that she can beat TS; it doesn’t have to beat her.<\/p>\n
She engages the large group in an activity.\u00a0 For one minute she demonstrates to this group of educators what it’s like to have TS. Groans from the audience:<\/p>\n
“That was impossible to do!”<\/p>\n
“Is this what she experiences every day?”<\/p>\n
“Wow…I had no idea.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
She smiles big…proudly…like she’s won the 4-foot trophy with the gold statue at the top.\u00a0 “Ah-hah,” she thinks.\u00a0“Now they get it!\u00a0 Now they have a glimpse into my world!\u00a0 Maybe they’ll be more patient and understanding with others experiencing TS.”<\/p>\n
She comes to the last slide.\u00a0 As the mom, I think I’m going to be better this time.\u00a0 I can never make it past this last slide without a quivering of the lip or pooling in my eyes.\u00a0 But this time I’m going to be better.\u00a0 She’s honest and genuine when she speaks.\u00a0 She’s not angry, but sweet…oh so sweet.\u00a0 She reads the slide:<\/p>\n
“I’m sorry that TS bothers you.\u00a0 It bothers me more.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Swoosh!\u00a0 The tears fall down my cheeks.\u00a0 Does anyone see…I hope not.\u00a0 I quickly pat my face and sniffle my nose.\u00a0 She gets me every time.\u00a0 I’m so proud of her…I can tell others are, too, when they approach her.\u00a0 She is remarkable, this daughter of mine.\u00a0 How lucky I am that she is who she is —\u00a0TS and all.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
I’m so proud.<\/p>\n
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