I stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes. A kitchen sink is a great place for thinking no one dares to enter for fear of being handed a towel or given a job. I heard my daughter giving a long “speech” which was just her babbling and babbling complete with hand motions and full of expression. I wanted her to be able to speak and to be able to understand her. She had so much that she wanted to say…
Some people say I look like my father. At times I say something and think how much that sounded like my mother. I have bits of both my parents in who I am. My eyes are shaped like my dad’s. My hair is a bit like my mom’s. I am like them yet I am my own individual. I am made in God’s image. You are made in God’s image. I am made in God’s image. The person with a…
I cannot reach the things stored on top of the kitchen cabinets. I am limited in my ability to reach up there without some help. The kitchen stool is often the help I need or my husband or son if they are nearby. I have limits. October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month. Through this month I want to write a bit on various topics relating to Down syndrome. This is about limits not just with those with Down syndrome but…
“Are you disabled?” That was a question that I recently asked my daughter. It was prompted by the question on a form I was completing for her. “Does your child consider themselves disabled?” I decided to just ask Miss K the question, “Are you disabled?” She looked at me and rolled her eyes as only a teenager can do and then said, “No” with the tone of “why in the world are you asking me that question, that is the…
Don’t pity me because I am a Special Needs Mom. I recently read an illustration in a Christian book on suffering that left me feeling as if the woman in the illustration was feeling pity for the special needs parents. This woman spoke about seeing a child with Down Syndrome fall. The woman felt sorrow that she would never reach her human potential and do amazing things. Don’t pity me. Ask me how I have seen God work in my…