There were a few less-nice things, though.
1. Sofia is just not all that social. This one took me a bit by surprise. But only a bit. On Friday, we went to lunch with friends. We had seen Amy and her daughter Emma this past summer, and I had been talking to Sofia about how excited we were. Emma was also excited to see Sofia. And we have not seen Michelle and her daughter Kayla since the Boston convention 5 years ago.
Sofia was not "into" seeing friends. We got together for a photo:
She fared a little better with Kayla's brother, Lucas (who is really cute and difficult to ignore):
The kids ran around while the adults finished up, and then we got a group photo:
So much for that. She did perk up a bit after lunch, and we stopped into the Exhibit Hall to play a spot of tennis:
She did ok at Kids Camp, although she discarded her eyeglasses (fortunately, they had them at the check-in table), and she was hiding behind a curtain, watching traffic on the street when I came to get her.
The hotel was all-glass, and our room was on the 31st floor, with stunning views:
Friday night she and I walked (ok, I wheeled, she rode) to dinner. David had suggested a restaurant but it was really expensive (he had been there, but for work, so he hadn't paid). Sofia and I settled for The Old Spaghetti Factory, which we'd gone to in Vancouver. Very simple, with gluten-free options, and yummy drink for mommy, and $30 including tip.
We came back, changed, and tried to go to the Dance. We got to the convention floor, walked in the door of the dance. Walked directly through the crowd to the other side of the room. Briefly got to see Amy and Emma. And then went to bed. (Ok, got Mommy a drink first). Sigh.
Of course, she woke up at 6:30 am every single morning. Despite the black-out curtains. First stop was the pool, which she had all to herself on Saturday. Then we got dressed and left the hotel to go for a walk.
Outside the first stop, we met up with another mom who was walking with her 12 year old son and a friend's 9 year old son. The 9 year old was tired and Sofia was peppy, so we gave him a ride. But when it came picture time, Sofia again would not join in:
Sofia likes to be alone:
2. Inspiration Porn and Militant Inclusion: While I was waiting for Sofia to finish lunch, I watched this excellent TedTalk by Stella Young. In it, she talks about Inspiration Porn. Porn is when you objectify another person so that you can feel good. She discusses the phrase "The only disability is a bad attitude" and points out that no amount of positive thinking is going to turn that staircase into a ramp or make closed caption magically appear on the TV.
So after Sofia finished lunch, I checked her into the Kids Camp again and I went to the General Session. First there was a militant Inclusion lady. (I'm not Militant Inclusion, especially when it comes to education. Sofia did really poorly in an Inclusion Class with 20 kids, a dozen of whom had their own learning differences. She does great in the Sub-Separate classroom; she still is attached to the Inclusion class for Art, Music, Gym and lunch, but gets her learning in small group or one-on-one, which works perfectly for her.)
So I was already kind of uncomfortable. Then, after the Inclusion lady, they showed an "Inspiring" video about a fellow with DS who is some sort of assistant coach for a football team. And, honest to gosh, someone in the video actually said, "The only disability is a bad attitude"!
As I was leaving, the football player who came on-stage to introduce the speaker started quoting John (from the New Testament), so I knew I was done. (And I did not feel particularly Included!).
3. Puberty is Gonna Happen: Ok, this session (how to explain and manage puberty to girls with DS) was worth the trip. I sat with Michelle and we took lots of notes about this terrifying topic. It figures, our kids are delayed in EVERYTHING... except Puberty.
When the session ended, I picked up Sofia (who had a better time in Camp this time), and we went up to the Concierge Lounge on our floor for hummus and chips and some wine for mama. We went back to the room to relax before dinner. And then we went down to the banquet.
4. You can't get a kosher meal in Indiana. When I signed up for the Conference, I had to pay a Conference Fee, fees for each session of Kids Camp, a fee for the Compendium (which I got in electronic form), and fees for each meal at the Saturday Evening Awards Banquet. When signing up for the banquet, there were many options: Adult, Child, Vegetarian, Gluten Free, Kosher. Yes, Kosher, for Adult and for Child. So I signed up.
We got into the banquet about 7:10, and it was already full. We waited with a nice family from Long Island and a mother and two kids from New Mexico until they could open another table for us (there were several Reserved tables that were still empty). We put our meal tickets on the table. We told the wait staff what our meal orders were (the LI family had ordered some vegetarian meals). And we waited.
I must have told the waitress 7 times "KOSHER meals". At 8:00, she took the tickets off the table and brought them into the kitchen, then came back and said "They are going to make those now." At 7:15, the manager came over and said "we've run out of kosher meals. The chef wants to know if he can make you a kosher-style meal." NO.
So we ended up with vegetarian, and since I didn't trust that they had also made Sofia's gluten free, I got the kids' meal of pasta (I could not tell if it was GF or not) and she got the adult meal of veggies and beans. But it was already 8:30 and she was ready for bed.
So we left, before the dance even began. Sigh.
But I am glad I went. Glad to meet new friends and see old friends. And glad to be home :)