Jaycee and I on a ride that required no stairs to get on it.

"Can we go any slower?"I ignored the comment directed at me. As I meandered my way through a roped maze that led up a flight of stairs and to the top of a water slide, I knew the teenagers behind me would like to move faster. I am sure they saw was a thirty-something year old woman carrying a two man raft on her head wondering why she was walking at a snail's pace. Directly in front of me, they probably couldn't see Jaycee. If they did, they couldn't see that she had Down syndrome. They definitely didn't know she normally walks with AFOs on her feet and has low muscle tone and health issues, all of which makes her move slower and tire easily.The question lingered in my head.Yes, actually!This was our second trip up the water slide which I chose because it had the least amount of stairs and walking. Even though I put on a brave face, I worried how Jaycee would react. She enjoys these types of rides, but the heat in combination with the stairs and walking has taken its toll on her. I knew at any moment Jaycee could sit down and refuse to move. I knew this because it happened the day before.Just before we decided to leave the water park on that fateful day, my husband suggested we do a bigger water slide that had several flights of stairs to climb. There was also a long line of people on those stairs. I saw disaster written all over this plan. It was the end of the day, so she was tired. Hey-even I was tired. The long line meant we would probably be waiting a good 45 minutes, which was a very long time for Jaycee. I am not going to lie, we had a blow up over the decision to do this water slide. I didn't want to do it because I knew Jaycee couldn't handle it. My husband thought it would be fun and told me not to let fear prevent us from trying. I may have yelled at him, and he may have yelled back. But, I finally (and angrily) decided to give into his demand after he agreed to deal with her behaviors.Within minutes in the line, Jaycee was aggravated and confused. She sat down and refused to move momentarily over and over again. I could feel my anxiety rise up as we were now boxed into this line with no easy way out. That's what I wanted to do at that point, exit the line. I watched as my husband lifted and talked Jaycee through each start and stop the line made. I wished he would have said this was a bad idea so we could all leave the line, but he never did. I tried not to look around at people behind us watching my husband and Jaycee fight for every step to the top of a long water slide. I wondered what the spectators to this bizarre line wrestling match thought as they witnessed Jaycee drop to the ground again and again. I wanted to shout to the heavens when we reached the top. Because, we did reach the top. It wasn't a mountain, but it felt like it to us.The three day vacation at a theme park was full of decisions like this. Can Jaycee handle this? Will this cause a meltdown? How will she react if we do this? Having been to this place before, we knew some things were no problem. But, we got brave and tried different rides and water slides. Each time, my husband and I watched Jaycee looking for clues as to how she felt. We took turns offering her explanations of how lines work and why we just can't run ahead. We encouraged her to keep going even if she felt a little tired.So there I was bravely taking Jaycee by myself through that maze of a short set of stairs to the top. I ignored the girl who wondered if Jaycee could go slower. If she only knew, this slow pace was actually a big achievement for her. I was proud that I had did this by myself not once but twice. I decided to let the comment go and focus on my daughter. Three months ago, Jaycee was sick in the Intensive Care Unit and today she is very slowly walking up stairs for a water slide. I know what's important, and that girl's comment was not.PS-If you are wondering, my husband and I made up once we reached the bottom of the water slide.