The Downer Family
Told by Lacy (Mom)
“Staff and volunteers began telling me how much Jude likes helping other campers, particularly someone who might need a little extra support. . . I knew Jude had a caring personality, but hearing these stories helped me see that part of him differently.“
My husband and I have three boys: Graham, Nathaniel, and Jude. Jude is 18, has Down syndrome, and is a junior in high school. He loves sports, being around people, and—although I didn’t fully realize it until Jill’s House—helping others.
We first heard about Jill’s House when Jude was around 13. Another dad whose son attended told me, “You should really check it out.”
I did—but I was very hesitant.
Jude had been to day camps, but he had never spent a night away from us. He also has sleep apnea and often wakes during the night. I remember thinking, How is this possibly going to work?
As we went through the admissions process, though, I began to feel more comfortable. They wanted to know so much about Jude, which told me they were taking seriously whether this would be a good fit for him. Learning about the trained staff and overnight support helped too.
And then one of Jude’s teachers told me she had volunteered with Jill’s House and said, “It’s fantastic.” That was what I needed to finally let go.
His first Weekend Adventures stay was probably harder on me than it was on him. I was grateful for the photos and updates letting me know he was safe and having a great time.
At Jill’s House Jude has loved sports, archery, horseback riding—and somehow they even got my child who hates arts and crafts to participate!
But something even more meaningful happened there.
Staff and volunteers began telling me how much Jude likes helping other campers, particularly someone who might need a little extra support. If he didn’t want to do a craft himself, he’d help someone else do it. He would notice another camper who might be struggling and wanted to help.
I knew Jude had a caring personality, but hearing these stories helped me see that part of him differently. At Jill’s House, other people saw Jude’s gift for helping others—and helped me see it, too.

I mentioned what I was hearing to his teachers, and they started noticing it too. Now they’re finding ways for him to use that strength at school. In one class, instead of putting him in a role where he was uncomfortable performing in front of a crowd, they let him help another student participate. I watched Jude guide that student onto the stage with his hand on his back.
Once we saw that gift in Jude, we started finding more places for him to use it.
Jill’s House gave the rest of our family something too. When his older brothers were home, we could focus more attention on them—sometimes something as simple as seeing a movie that Jude wouldn’t have enjoyed or watching their games without dividing our attention. As they left for college, my husband and I could go to dinner, see a movie, get things done around the house—or simply do nothing.
But what I love most is that Jill’s House is Jude’s experience. His brothers went away to camp, and Jill’s House gave Jude the chance to do something like they did. Each visit he has always come home proud of himself, carrying his own bags.

If you meet my son Henry, the first thing you’d notice isn’t his diagnosis. You’d notice his smile.


As parents of a child with profound autism and intellectual disability, we had grown accustomed to settling. Most special needs programs meant well, but often felt like second-class experiences—converted office buildings, outdated facilities, endless paperwork, and the constant feeling that families like ours should simply be grateful for whatever was available.
One of our favorite possessions sits in a four-inch binder on our living room couch. Inside are years of “My Stay” summaries—one from nearly every visit Chris has ever made. The binder began as a simple folder, but it has grown along with his memories. Today, he flips through those pages constantly, reading about adventures with friends, favorite staff members, funny things that happened, and all the people who were “blessed to care for him.” Those reports aren’t just records of his visits—they’re reminders that he is known and truly and deeply loved.
Like many parents raising a child with significant needs, our lives revolved around appointments, therapies, school meetings, paperwork, and constant vigilance. Before Jill’s House, we honestly wondered if we’d ever have another weekend away together. Having trusted respite allowed us to reconnect as husband and wife, spend meaningful time with our daughter, and even care for Todd’s parents during his father’s battle with dementia. Knowing Chris wasn’t simply being supervised—but was genuinely happy—made all the difference.
Maddie always looks forward to telling us—and her sister, who now lives in Tennessee with her family—all about her stays, the people she spent time with, and the fun they had together. She usually sends us a text while she’s there to share something fun that happened. Then, the next morning, she walks out with what we affectionately call her “little entourage”—the care team who walks her to our car. Every single time, she comes out all smiles. During the weeks when Maddie isn’t going to Jill’s House, she’ll sometimes say the staff must be missing her, which is such a sweet reflection of how much she feels connected to them.
We’re Marci and Steve, parents to two incredible boys—Isaac (10) and Jacob (7). Both of our sons have complex medical needs. Isaac has Down syndrome and autism, and Jacob has Prader-Willi syndrome and autism. As we sometimes joke, our family could fill a “diagnosis bingo card”—but humor is one of the ways we keep ourselves going.

Jaxon’s start was anything but easy. He caught Respiratory Syncytial Virus (RSV) shortly after he was born and spent about three months in the hospital. Doctors discovered holes in his heart, and at four months he had open-heart surgery. They warned us that his recovery could be prolonged because kids with Down syndrome often have low muscle tone. But within a week, he was back to being his wild little self.
When I pick Jaxon up from Jill’s House, sometimes he tells me to “go home” because he doesn’t want to leave. That secretly makes me happy. He usually falls asleep about ten minutes into the drive home, completely worn out in the best way.
I’m Kara, a single mom to two incredible kids: Eva, 15, who is a driven, compassionate big sister, and Johnny, 13, who is quite simply the center of our universe. Johnny is funny, loving, endlessly energetic, and almost always dressed in orange, his signature color. Around our house, we joke that it’s Johnny’s world and the rest of us just live in it—and, honestly, that’s pretty accurate.
Jill’s House has also provided me with community. Through parent support groups and retreats, I’ve found friends who understand without explanation—people who celebrate small victories and share in difficult moments. They’ve become our people, our family.

Elena loved her weekends at Jill’s House in Tysons and later experienced camp weekends at Blue Ridge, where she thrived being outdoors. Blue Ridge was her happy place—smaller, quieter, and full of exciting experiences like hayrides and visits from therapy dogs. She especially loved seeing the horses (from a safe distance—they’re a little too big for her taste!) and spending time with staff who shared her excitement and energy. She felt completely at home there.



Last September, Esha celebrated her 13th birthday at camp. I asked if I could send a cake and treats, and the staff said yes. They celebrated with her and sent me photos. When I showed her the pictures later, she smiled so big. Usually we celebrate birthdays at home, but this one was special—her “camp birthday.”






