Parenting Insights
Years ago, I found myself deeply engaged on the Down Syndrome forums at Baby Center. I delved into countless discussions filled with questions, emotional outpourings, and hopeful stories. Amidst the tears and triumphs, a particular phrase struck me: “I never knew I wanted a child with Down Syndrome until I had one.” The sentiment resonated with me, but I was unsure if I could ever truly embrace those words.
At that moment, I pondered the love behind such a statement. I questioned whether I could ever claim its meaning—not just for my child, but for the unique challenges and joys that accompany having a daughter with an extra chromosome. Coming to terms with cognitive disabilities was daunting for me—accepting, understanding, and integrating it into my life felt overwhelming.
Fast forward to now, and three years later, I can sincerely say, “I never knew I wanted a child with Down Syndrome until I got one.” Oh, how we adore her!
It’s not just about who she is as a person; it’s also about the extraordinary qualities that come with her condition. We often hear from others in our community about the remarkable connections they share with their children. For instance, during my moments of profound sadness, Moxie has an uncanny ability to sense my feelings. Though she typically isn’t very affectionate, she’ll approach me, gently cup my face, and offer a tender kiss that melts my heart. This child is my everything.
For a long time, I was skeptical. While pregnant with Moxie, I read many uplifting accounts from mothers who cherished their children with Down Syndrome. I thought to myself, “That’s great, but I’d prefer a child without any disabilities, thank you.” Deep down, I struggled to believe that someone could genuinely accept and find joy in an intellectual disability.
Now, as I reflect on that version of myself, I wonder how friends from that time would react to my transformation. They might think I’ve changed significantly or that I’m simply making this up. Let me clarify: I have indeed transformed.
Some might argue, “It’s easy for you to love Moxie because she’s ‘high functioning’ or something similar.” I despise terms like “high functioning” or “low functioning,” as they unfairly categorize individuals based on mainstream standards. The truth is, Moxie isn’t what society labels as “high functioning.” At over three years old, she speaks maybe five words. She comprehends much of what we say, but her verbal expression is limited.
Moxie is just a little girl who happens to have Down Syndrome. That extra chromosome is a part of her identity, and as I embrace her for who she is, my love for her deepens in ways that words can hardly capture.
I truly never knew I wanted a child with Down syndrome until I had Moxie. I got her, and for that, I am endlessly grateful.
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