A quiet admission to my daughter who has Down syndrome
“Polly, you know what?”
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.