I wasn’t sure how I’d react to bringing Max to Grinnell. There are stories of young adults with Down syndrome going to college. But they didn’t go to a selective liberal arts school. Of course, that shouldn’t matter, Toby’s probably not going to Grinnell, either. He’ll figure out his own path, probably one that neither of his parents could have predicted.
Still, being on campus with my baby was a very physical reminder that Max is walking into a future different from my previous experiences, different from what we had expected.
I’m still not sure how I feel about it. We dressed him up in a collegiate T-shirt and posed him for pictures. We wheeled him around the campus and soaked in the smiles and compliments. He is a baby, and he did everything a baby should to attract attention and make his unemployed mama feel like she’s accomplishing something with that degree after all. For now, that is enough. We’ll sort out the dreams—his and mine—later, as we go along.