I was at a birthday party. I was on my rug, lying down.
One of the boys at the party was eating some cake. He looked down at me, then asked his Dad whether I would like some cake. The boy's Dad said he didn't know, and that the boy should ask me. And so, he did. He held his cake out towards me, and asked "Would you like some cake?"
And, even better, he watched me, and waited for a reaction.
He told his Dad that I didn't want any cake.
His Dad asked him how he knew, and that maybe I did want some.
But, Mum asked the boy whether I had shaken my head.
Yes, I did shake my head.
And, that meant, I didn't want any cake.
That was a very special moment, for us.
It was one of the first times that Mum has seen someone my age really reaching out, to include me, and watching to see my answer. Without really being pushed to do it... Just actually caring about me.
(Some of the kids at preschool know how to do this.)
Thank you! Thank you for asking me if I wanted some cake. Thank you for watching for my answer, and not worrying about whether I used my words.
Thank you for seeing me.
This really was a beautiful day.
Now that Dexter is a bit older and a bit bigger, some children see him in his pram, and they pull faces at him. That hurts. It's not ok.
And so, when a little boy reaches out and really sees Dexter, that makes us so happy.