Years ago I received a Christmas card from a friend who had a son with Down syndrome. In that card she wrote, “If there was a cure for Down syndrome we’d pour it down the drain.”
Pretty amazing considering when this friend’s little boy was born she considered her life to be over.
I’m often asked how I would feel if they could ‘cure’ Down syndrome.
Why, I think? Why would I change this kid of mine who has changed my life for the better in so very many ways?
Now, would I cure the Pulmonary Hypertension? In the blink of an eye, baby. Healthy is something I absolutely wish for this bravest of Heroes.
The extra chromosome is not something I feel a need to wish a way.
I worry about money. I worry about health care for Parker. I worry about how the world will treat him.
But Parker himself? A gift. A blessing. A joy.
I believe that God sent this kid to me to give me something to fight for, to show me there is all kinds of love in the world. Parker gives me hope and brings us joy. All the proof in God I need is in this kid. He reminds me that miracles do exist. He fills a space in my heart that I didn’t know was even there. Every day he inspires me to be a better person.
How could I ever want to wish away that extra chromosome?
It part of what makes him perfect.