Tonight after I put Roo's pajamas on, he stood up and climbed into my lap. He curled up into me like he only does when he is really, really tired. It's been a busy few days at our zoo. As he snuggled up tight, I pressed my cheek against him and remembered to "give his bald head a kiss" for a friend who is missing him. :-) And I was struck again by the love that he has brought into our lives--his incredible love, the people we have met because of him, the people we continue to meet who love him. Our hearts have grown two sizes too big because of this one sweet boy.
And I thought... I can't believe that I get to be his mommy. That out of everyone in the world, God chose me. I am
so incredibly thankful.
There was a time when I couldn't imagine those words. I thought my ultimate goal would be acceptance. I thought that the people who claimed to be thankful for Down syndrome were lying--even to themselves. But I was so indescribably wrong.
I used to pity people who had loved ones with disabilities. Then after Roo was born, I cringed with the thought of people pitying me.
But now I know the truth:
I am the lucky one.
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