We were jumping on the trampoline the other day. Just Matthew and I. We were practicing counting and letters and laughing. He looks at me while we’re jumping and says…
Matthew: Mom, when will Olivia be my real sister?
Me: What do you mean? She is your real sister.
Matthew: No, I mean REAL, Mom. She’s not like us now. You know, she’s different. Not like us? When will she be like us?
Me: Well, she has 5p- syndrome, remember?
Me: Remember when we went to the conference this summer and met all of those other kids who were like her?
Matthew: Oh yeah. I nemember fat.
Me: Well, she has that syndrome and she’ll always be like she is.
Matthew: So you mean she’ll never be my real, regular sister?
Me: No, honey, she’ll be just like she is now. She’s your sister and she’s real but she has 5p-.
Matthew: That’s no fair! I want a real big sister!!!
Me: I know, honey, but she’s a good sister just the way she is, isn’t she?
Matthew: Well…yeah. I love her. She’s pretty good.