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Parenting Twins: One Has Down Syndrome, The Other Doesn’t

Parenting with Down Syndrome

Almost four years ago, I gave birth to one boy and one girl…

They both had blonde hair, they both cried right away, they both had ten fingers and ten toes. They were both beautiful. They pooped, spit up, and wanted to nap and eat together, all around the same time. Many parents of twins will tell you that it can be hard to separate them for a long time — there is a weird pull to have them close to each other. Side-by-side was how Wally and Kenzie spent every single day.

But our situation was a little different, because our twins were different: Our daughter Kenzie has Down syndrome, and our son Wally does not.

I was 19 weeks along in my pregnancy when we found out. My husband and I spent the rest of my pregnancy not only preparing for twins, but preparing for a child with special needs. I immediately felt like my pregnancy was a fraud. I remember thinking my twins wouldn’t know each other, they wouldn’t play, they wouldn’t fight, they wouldn’t be like other twins, and I sat silently with that crushing thought, until I met them.

On the day they were born, my fears evaporated. Kenzie and Wally were the same. They were babies, needing what every baby needs: food, sleep, diaper changes and love. For a few months, there was no difference between them. My husband and I would pass them back and forth while we watched TV late at night. It was bliss. Hard and messy bliss, but total, absolute bliss.

Then, at around three months old, Wally propped himself up on his elbows and lifted his head. Kenzie lay on the floor next to him and cooed. At four months, he sat up on our laps and held his body upright. Kenzie lay on my chest and snuggled into my neck. At 10 months, Wally was crawling. Kenzie was not. At 14 months, Wally took his first steps. Kenzie did not. At 16 months, Wally was saying a few words. Kenzie was not.

That nagging feeling of Kenzie not keeping up crept into my thoughts, and soon I wasn’t able to focus on much else. Of course, I knew that comparing them was useless, but it was easy to see the gap widening between them. Kenzie received therapy at home, and it was heartbreaking to see how hard she had to work to pick up a block, to curl her chubby fingers around a toy and transfer it to her other hand. Meanwhile, Wally did it all so easily, sitting to the side quietly building a tower of blocks with a delicateness that Kenzie would need to work years for. While raising a child with special needs, I had another child shouting with every easy movement, “Like this! She should be doing it like this!”

He was a constant reminder that Kenzie was delayed, that she had a disability.

For a long time, the celebrations of Kenzie’s success were exaggerated in an attempt to compensate. When she accomplished something she had been working towards for a while, we celebrated. We telephoned family, we told everyone we knew. We were proud of her, but maybe… we didn’t expect that she would do it? Only now, looking back, do I wish we had treated those milestones with a little less excitement, and a little more “Yeah, girl, we knew you could do it. Let’s move on to the next one.”

Kenzie started walking at two-and-a-half with her brother jumping and bounding around her. Not ahead of her, but in celebration of her. Now, Kenzie, at three-and-a-half years old, is beginning to say words, and it’s usually Wally who knows what she wants before Mom or Dad do. And my perspective, too, has changed.

When I was pregnant, I felt angry with the universe. But I had no idea of the actual gift I was getting: A world where my daughter teaches my son compassion and kindness each and every day. A world where my son teaches my daughter to push herself and be braver than she thinks she can. Now I finally see the truth: The universe gave me twins whose very differences make each other better.

Wally loves to run around our yard at full tilt, and lately Kenzie has been joining in. The joy on Wally’s face when his sister plays with him is enough to make my heart burst. They communicate without words and always know what the other is saying, the way twins do — I’m happily watching it all unfold. Kenzie loves music and her dolly, while Wally loves trucks and puzzles; the difference in preferences isn’t because one of them has an extra chromosome, it’s because they are individuals. And I wouldn’t wish their relationship to be any other way.


Thank you, Katie!

Parenting with Down Syndrome

Parenting with Down Syndrome

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  1. Patricia Fealko says...

    Such a beautifully written story. Forty four years our twins were born. One had Down’s Syndrome. We feel blessed beyond words. All of our children have learned so much from her. They are kind, compassionate, and loving adults now. This story brings me such happiness. Thank you.

    • Oh wow! 44 years ago you got the same gift as me! I love hearing about other twins like Wally + Kenzie : )

  2. Caitlin says...

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful family and story.

  3. Vanessa says...

    Thank you for sharing your story! What a beautiful reminder about the individuality of each child, and the unpredictable sweetness that comes along with loving our kids for being the individuals they are.

  4. Brit says...

    I loved reading this. I have twins also, one of which has down syndrome. we had a birth diagnosis but I remember that feeling of anger and pain. after speaking with other special needs parents I learned we all go through it! I have noticed the differences in milestones but for me, I never felt sad about it. I guess I always figured she has got this and will do it in her own time!

  5. f says...

    So beautiful! Thanks for sharing and the photos are precious!

  6. Meagan R. says...

    Thank you for sharing this important experience, Katie! My little brother has Down syndrome, he’s 21 now, and I understand the internal battle that rages when developmental gaps are so easily visible. I can only imagine that battle as a mother! And thank you, and your husband, for keeping her after finding out. It breaks my heart to learn how many do not. She’s a lucky girl to be in your family, and you’re lucky to have her. Thank you thank you. Sending so so so much love.

  7. Katie says...

    What a beautiful story of discovery. Also, your children are ADORABLE!!!

  8. Clara says...

    This is so beautiful. So much to learn. Thank you so much. Sending all my love!!

  9. Sophie says...

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful story. I have a younger sister with Down syndrome and while at times it can be testing she truly has made me a better person and I love her dearly.

  10. Elisabeth says...

    And now I am crying at my desk. So beautiful. Thank you, Katie, for sharing this and for being such a loving mother.

  11. Beautiful story, thanks for sharing your little ones. My twins are 25 now and they still “get” each other so well. My son is nonverbal, with Down Syndrome and autism, in a group home and working volunteer jobs. His twin sister is an EMT with FDNY. But whenever they get together, they’re so cool.

  12. megan says...

    In tears reading this! Beautiful story and beautiful kiddos.