We took Parker to a new doctor in Provo yesterday.
The doctor asked me to tell him about Parker, so I ran down the list…..tethered spinal cord, trach, g-tube. I listed all the regular stuff.
The doctor listened, taking a few notes here and there.
When I got to the end of the list he looked at me as he raised his eyebrows and asked, “Does he have any syndromes?”
I sat there for more than a minute trying to figure out what answer he was looking for.
And then it came to me.
That extra chromosome.
It’s called Down syndrome.
Would you believe me if I told you that I forget about the Down syndrome all the time?
Because I do.
When I look at my youngest son, I just see Parker. Another fast movin’, A h*ll-raising Hodson boy.
The doctor looked at me and grinned as he shared, “The Down syndrome is the easy part, right?”
And that, folks, pretty much sums it up.
The Down syndrome really is the easy part.
The part that has changed my heart.
The blessing that allowed me to view the world differently.
The cause of such great gratitude around here.
Imagine me forgetting that.