When your child is born with down syndrome, a bright future may be hard to imagine. The future became a long tunnel, too misty and unknown to even imagine…
A few months ago, a simple picture of me as a child surfaced and, it surprised me when my psyche shattered into a million broken pieces. I grieved, I gnashed, I wept…for that child, that sweet girl with bright blond hair and a silly grin. I wanted to hug that child and smooth her hair. I’d kind of pushed out all the recollections of that child.
Quote I saw floating around this week. Ah, yes…that.
As I’ve mentioned, even recently, if there was ever a “complicated” mother-daughter relationship, ours qualifies.
The Most Important Lesson from our Trip Happened in Iceland.
Can you imagine what it’s like to have your own child’s value, as a human being, debated? A world where you regularly encounter the opinion of scientists and doctors who are literally working to eliminate the entire segment of humanity of which your child is a part…and it all happens without public outrage. In fact, it is happening throughout entire cultures.
I frequently listen to the band Of Monsters and Men when I am writing. I love their lyric videos and their melodies drive emotion. Of Monsters and Men happen
Highlights from our travel journal:
As many good vacations do, this one began on a Friday morning at what Marcus calls “Dark early.”
“I hate dark early!” he said. Don’t we all? Getting up at 4:00 am (after getting settled at about midnight, everything sneaks up on you, you know?) To hurry up and wait and hurry up and wait. Short flight #1, short layover, on to flight number two – Yea! Marcus decided Mimosa was the way to fly and I agreed. Cheers!
Marcus holding a mimosa on the 2nd plane.