A quiet admission to my daughter who has Down syndrome
“Polly, you know what?”
“What, Mom?”
My six-year-old daughter with Down syndrome asked me tonight as I laid her gently down to bed.
“I … I was a scared when you were born.”
“Really? You were? Why?”
“Well, I … ”
I wasn’t planning on saying this tonight. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this tonight. But it felt right. And the words were tumbling out.
“I was scared because you had Down syndrome when you were born. It made me scared.”
“No, Mom. No scared,” Polly’s half-moon eyes blinked brightly towards me.
“I know, honey. I shouldn’t have been scared.”
“You are my sunshine. I’m not scared any more.”
I don’t know if I should have said this to my daughter. After all, it was my issue, not hers.
But I did. And she amazed me by being amazing. Just like how she usually is.
Oh God this made me cry!!!!!
Crying here, too. What a gift from God that sweet little girl is.
yes it made me cry too. Our daughter Eva didnt had foster care but she did have many sponsors who visited her, played with her, took her out for playdates, we are forever gratefull for those who saw she had needs, and they covered them as much as they could, they took care of her food, clothes, room, toys, school. God bless all this people that werent choosen to adopt, but to taking care of them.