This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).
Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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saturday 26 february 2005
64. Say daddy, what does stoning mean ?
This morning, while driving me to school, I asked daddy out of the blue : "What does stoning mean ?". Just shows that my "hard drive" sometimes saves the strangest things ! It all goes back to 15 days ago. Daddy was listening to the news on the radio while driving my sister and I to school. All of a sudden he exclaimed "Yes ! Great !". Eva then asked him why he was so happy. He explained to her that a Nigerian woman, Amina, had just been saved from stoning thanks to, among other things, the international mobilization and an Amnesty International petition her Mom and himself had signed, just like another ten million people. That was all a little too complicated for me, but I was listening. Daddy told Amina's story, convicted for having a baby outside marriage, he explained the islamic sharia and the stoning. Even to Eva that seemed very complicated and absurd : killing someone by throwing stones at her until death ensues ! "Why ?" So daddy used simple words : "Because a lot of persons don't know how to forgive ; because a lot of persons are unhappy, and when you're unhappy, you tend to be mean, not to bear difference, to be vengeful. That's why the world is the way it is : there are a lot of unhappy persons". Anyway, this morning, to my question "What is stoning ?", daddy beat me to my own game : "What does stoning mean, Lou ?". And I simply replied : "It's when you are mean, and you throw rocks at people because you are unhappy". Amazing, huh ?
Exceptionally I (Lou's daddy) will be speaking for myself in this article. I'm not much of a super man, and even less of a Rambo. Anyway, to be honest, I occasionally feel blue because of Lou. Because obviously a lot of things in life remind me of his handicap, of the things he will never see, or discover, or even just live. You can get over pain, injustice, or a wound, and still carry a sign of it, like a scar. And then there are Lou's regression periods, which are not encouraging. Rest assured though, they are only short phases, for both of us, and I always get over it by thinking of all the happiness and riches Lou has let us discover ( he's got the priviledge and the honor, just like his sisters, of having profundly helped me question myself, and therefore change !). Anyway. The other day, the blues during a conversation with his older sister Mathilde. We were talking about Lou (he wasn't there), when I let out the thing that hurts me most, that is simply unbearable for me : the idea that some day, when we, the parents, won't be there anymore, Lou could be placed in an institution. Because life may some day make it hard for his sisters to take care of him, for a thousand different reasons, including an implacable one : there comes a day, when every adult builds his own life.
Monday. 6:30 PM. Daddy is working in his office. It's ok though, they've managed to get me over it. Because it's been tough. Let's go back in time if you don't mind. Great day at school, hence, as usual, I'm very "contrary" once I get home (fatige, stress from learning - really ! - ). I eat my dinner with mommy, while daddy walks the dog in the forest. When he's back, he finds me swinging in the armchair, repeating the same word over and over... I've already forgotten which one (and so has daddy). So he comes to play with me. I'm nervous and push him back... just to gauge my strength. "Daddy must fall on the ground !" (we had a lot of fun once like this). But that swine is refusing this time ! "No way Loulou, sorry but I don't feel like it today." I become stubborn : "I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it!", and I start swinging myself again to the rythm of that sentence. Then I demand some water. Mommy who's busy cooking offers me to join her so I can have a drink in the kitchen. I have no choice but to get there by my own means of transportation. No "delivery service" at this time of the day. They're really overdoing it. They force me more and more often to come and get what I'm asking for, or to go on my own where I want to go. Ok, I'm five years old, but I'm different ! Besides, I'm not about to let them take away my priviledges like that !
I often have fun making phone calls. For real, with grand-pa ( or mommy and daddy when they are not home ), and pretend with Buzz's "Toy Story" phone. I then talk to Mr Rene, or to little dog courage. And since I'm pushing all the buttons, which sometimes play music and sometimes Buzz's voice, the result is something like :
Me : "Hello ? Hello ! Yes, I've lost Mr Rene's holidays..." The phone : " I'm Buzz, for the rescue !" Me : "Yes, yes, yes, mr Rene, it's true ... Yes, thank you, goodbye.." - Music - "Yes, yes, it's important, Mr Rene... Yes, I'm on the phone... Yes but no. Right, right, right, right..." The phone : " To infinity and beyond " Me : " No, there's no problem... You can't hit, Mr Rene ! Not biting is good, little dog courage . Goodbye ! " Then I hit several times the same key : " I am Buzz, I am, I am, aya, aya, aya, ..." and then I laugh. " To infinity and beyond, To in, to in, to infinity " - " Bu.. bu ... Buzz ! ".