Dear New Parent,
If you have found this place, you may have just discovered that your baby has Down syndrome. You are likely standing at a fork in the road. Whether your baby has been born yet or not, you’ll need to make choices now, in action or thought, that will change you forever.
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Dear Love of My Life,
Yup. It has been seven years. Seems so long ago, yet just yesterday when I was moving into that dorm room down the hall from that tall blonde boy with the ponytail. (Yes, world, he had a ponytail.)
You know what I loved about you? Everything. Well, after the ponytail. I didn’t love that. And the handlebar mustache period. Everything else, though, I loved. I swear.
Incidentally, I could never seem to quit you. I’d date other people or even live on a different continent, but you… Seeing you always felt like coming home. It didn’t even matter the circumstances, I just wanted to exist together. Read the rest of this entry »
In a way, I feel like there was no time in my life when I didn’t know you.
You remember that? That was the first line of my wedding vows.
I’m not sure if I ever told you this, but I sorta kinda maybe decided I wanted you the second time I really noticed you. The first time, you were still encumbered by that unfortunate ponytail and I thought you were a little full of yourself. Sorry. But that second time? That was the time. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that you should be mine. That first night we hung out, smoking cigarettes on my dorm room floor, it seemed like I’d known you all along.
That feeling came and went over the years, I’ll admit. While we were roaming the globe and dating other people, that feeling sat in the back row. Patient, waiting. Still, no matter how long it had been, or what had passed, seeing you was like coming home. I don’t know how many times I circled around you in those years. Leaving, coming, leaving again. No matter where I thought I was going, my flight path traced the same repeating orbit, back to you.
And now we have children. Beautiful, wise children who are flying away further and further every day.
I see the way you teach them honestly and never hide their world from them.
I see that you treat them as equal spiritual partners.
I see how their little bodies fly to yours when you walk through the door.
I see the ray of joy and the shadow of pain on your face, every time our children sheds a new skin and emerges a little older, different.
I see that you’re secretly checking behind bushes for kidnappers and scanning the sky for lightning that may strike your babies (even though there’s no storm).
I see you don’t turn away from poor behavior or unkind words, and show it to them each time, so they can learn.
I see your unconditional acceptance of who they are.
I see the father I always wanted for my children.
So here we are, the five of us. Flying, landing, flying again, around and around, spiraling higher and higher. Now, each time I look at one of you, it feels like home. There was never a time in my life when I didn’t know you.
Happy Father’s Day.
All My Love,