Because of my brother, I now believe there are no wrong or right choices, opinions, ways of dressing, behaving, living, or being – there are simply different ones. From different points of view, the behavior you think is wrong could be right, and vice versa. And the diversity in those ways of being are what makes life fun. Otherwise, we would all be the same, telling each other exactly the same things, and doing exactly the same things.
Because of my brother, whenever everything seems to be dragging me down, I remember to smile and cheer myself up. I remember there is always someone who will someday look up to me, and I have to be as great of a role model as I can. I want him to know he can be anything he wants to be, and he can change the world if he wants to.
Most importantly, because of my brother, I realized we often hold onto such insignificant details, we forget to live and love like we truly should. This can be synthesized by a quote by an unknown author, which states that you should “stop waiting for Friday, for summer, for someone to fall in love with you, for life. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make the most of the moment you’re in now.” I worried for so long that Lipe would never be “normal.” And now, I don’t want him to be. I want him to be the way he is, and I want him to love himself the way he is, too. Because true friends and family don’t count chromosomes!
Therefore, next time you meet someone with Down syndrome or another condition and find their behavior strange, remember we are all different, and all we need to do is accept people the way they are.