I re-visit that day often. When I’m feeling low…or wondering “why us?”… I go back to that day, and I remember that lovely couple.
We attended a “New Parent Breakfast” hosted by the Down Syndrome Guild in our community. A chance to come together, learn from veterans of this seemingly awful hand we’d been dealt, and perhaps feel sorry for ourselves.
All the parents were in a circle, sharing. I cried a lot. Then it was her turn to speak, and she lit up the room. I felt so humbled by her words. “We adopted her,” the petite woman said proudly. This tiny bundle she held…feeding tube, Down syndrome and all…was a choice for them. They chose this baby; they chose this life. How dare I feel sorry for myself?
This was a huge turning point in my thinking and perspective on things.
I recently learned that same beautiful couple just adopted another child with Down syndrome–a little boy this time. Another beautiful choice.
I sometimes still have those moments. Those “Down days”, as I call them. Very often, all I need to do is think back to this couple and their grace.
The choice to have a child with a disability wasn’t mine, and I’m thankful for that. Sometimes we wouldn’t choose what is best for us, right? Olivia is a beautiful child with much to teach, and I have learned. Boy, have I learned!
I feel this couple could teach the world a thing or two as well.
If you ever feel compelled to adopt a child in need, please visit Reece’s Rainbow.











