A day of celebration

Today we celebrated what was our boy's very first diagnosis----Down Syndrome. Yes, you read that right...we celebrated!!! When I got the call many years ago that our son would be chromosomally enhanced, I won't lie, I was petrified. I was scared, I didn't think I could handle it. I would only be 19 when he was born, and knew NOTHING about DS. the way it was laid out for me was anything but pleasant, but he showed everyone that he IS pleasant (most of the time). Our celebration started when we picked him up from school. We then went to lunch, and did some browsing for summer clothes/shoes for him. He was one tired boy (we interrupted nap time!!) by the time we got done. He then got to go visit with his aunt, and after coming home, we cuddled for a while and now he is about ready to go to bed. 6 1/2 years ago, when my life changed forever...I didn't know what DS would entail. We didn't know then that he would be deaf or autistic, but none the less...I am PROUD to be his mom. I am proud every time someone smiles at him, and even prouder when I tell that nasty woman off that is staring at him like he has worms coming out of his ears. I am proud of every achievement, no matter how small. I am forever greatful that I got to have him as my son. When you celebrate DS, you also remember those that may not have their childen here with them on earth. I have many dear friends who have lost their children way before their time. My heart ached for many today that may not be celebrating per se, but hopefully they know the impact that they, and their beautiful children have on the world. I wish everyone a happy rest of the day!!! E.