Today's giving included donating new toys given to Lucas by his school since there are other children in greater need -- we gave the toys to Toys for Tots at our neighborhood grocery, Publix. We also made our way tonight to the Enchanted Place, a full block of homes strewn with Christmas lights and as part of the occasion, made a donation to Care Resource, a service organization for Floridians with HIV/AIDS.Today's giving was part of my job -- as the marketing department for the University of Miami's cancer center, we helped coordinate a holiday lunch for more than 1,000 employees. By the end, my feet were throbbing (high heels were NOT a good call), my face partially paralyzed from smiling, and I was just worn out. What was most important and gratifying was that after a particularly trying financial year when morale has not been great, it was good to see employees smiling, enjoying themselves, and feeling acknowledged.
I was in Nashville until Monday and have been trying to come up for air since. I'll keep my giving report brief: I gave of my time by helping make my best friend's birthday party truly fabulous (running errands, helping setup, and serving as photographer) -- it was a beautiful night thanks to her husband and parents. We also gave in the traditional holiday way by purchasing gifts to acknowledge the hard work and dedication of Lucas' teachers and therapists. The best part of the latter was using my $50 American Express "holiday bonus" toward gifts for these amazing women -- I know Lucas wouldn't be where he is now if it weren't for them.visiting my best friend and her family; celebrating her 40th with a party tonight. I'm welcoming a 50 degree change in temperature (those living through winter hate me for speaking such blasphemy, but seriously, heat and humidity are over-rated, especially this time of year...not festive).There was a Scholastic Book Fair at Lucas' school so giving was effortless (even if it cost me $34). I love supporting Scholastic and encouraging reading for Lucas and his peers. I picked up a few books for Lucas as well as one for Lucas' teacher to enjoy with his class.I'm now four days (or a third of the way) into my "12 Days of Giving" and it has felt different to be so aware of our giving. It's been eye opening because I do more giving than I imagined, in mostly small ways that add up...although we all want to affect real change in the world, small acts of kindness and generosity by many can lead to that change...and giving should start at home.
Today's giving was simple...the shirt off our back (Tom's actually). Our friend Alex borrowed Tom's t-shirt "When it rains, we pour" (so clever and so Seattle--purchased at Pike Place Market); but Alex brought it back and said he loved it, so we decided he needed to keep it. A great t-shirt needs good love.giving was two-fold. The first is a tradition: donating gifts to children or sponsoring a family/child, and this year was no different. Tom brought two unwrapped toys for the "Toys for Tots" program at Toys 'R Us.I'm taking Bethany (of Life with Bubba, Chicky and Nika) up on her challenge to the blogging community...12 days of giving! Even though I'm behind (it's suppose to be for the first 12 days of December), I am catching up. It's not just about giving, but inspiring others to give too. Just today, in lieu of getting a few bucks for a Graco system (stroller and infant car seat) on Craigslist, we washed and cleaned it and gave it to our next door neighbor who has a huge family, knowing it would come in handy for one of his kids or nieces/nephews. It always feels good to give.
Dear New Parent/Parent-to-Be:
First of all, congratulations on your new baby!
You may be feeling shell-shocked right now, recently having learned that your baby has Down syndrome. You are probably feeling very frightened: what kind of health problems might my baby have? What does the future hold for him/her? For me? How can I love this baby? Can I love this baby? You very well might be feeling angry and bewildered: Why me? How could this have happened?
This is called grief. It’s okay to grieve for the baby you thought you were going to have. Allow yourself to go through and feel those emotions. They are normal.
If you give yourself and your baby a chance, though, there will come a time when you will suddenly realize: what was I so afraid of?
When I found out that my son has Down syndrome, I railed against fate. What did I do to deserve this? Why me? I grieved for the baby I thought I was going to have, and for all the dreams I had for that baby that I didn’t even realize I had until they were shattered.
From the moment I saw my son’s little face… no, before that – since I felt him swimming and turning somersaults in my belly, I was overwhelmed with love and a fierce feeling of protection for him. When I found out that he has Down syndrome, the love didn’t go away, but there was an adjustment my heart and mind had to make. A big adjustment.
While I was busy grieving and adjusting, my son was busy just being a baby. Yes, he had that pesky extra chromosome in every cell of his body, but he was (and is) oblivious to it. Over the first year of his life, he learned how to roll over, to coo and gurgle happily at me, to cry when he needed or wanted something, to breastfeed like a champ, to sit, crawl, play with toys, clap his hands, eat baby food from a spoon, follow his brothers and sisters around, and pull my books from their shelves. Hmmm… he’s not so different from the babies I had before him, actually. His giggle is just as infectious, and his tears just as heartbreaking.
He is not lovable only for his sameness, however. He is utterly lovable for his differences as well. He has to work harder and longer to reach the milestones that other babies breeze through, making their achievement all the more sweet. He’s as unique as a snowflake, just as all children are.
I don’t know what doctors are telling parents these days – parents who receive a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome. I’m sure it’s a lot of technical, statistical, scientific gobbley-gook, though, and I don’t know that the information they tend to give is up-to-date. There are lots of books out there, some of them helpful, some not.
What will life be like for you and your new baby? If you really want to know, talk to actual parents of children with Down syndrome. You will be hard pressed to find one who wishes they didn’t have their child. But even they cannot tell you what your life will be like with your child. That is largely up to you and what you choose to make of it.
Some people will feed you platitudes, telling you that “special babies are given to special parents.” You will hear things like, “Children with Down syndrome are so happy and loving!” “They are angels in disguise, sent directly from Heaven.” Bah! I don’t believe any of that. Those are empty words spoken by people who don’t know what else to say, and who are secretly glad it wasn’t them who were “chosen” to be “special parents.”
Here’s what I believe: it was a fluke, this chromosome that triplicated in my son’s genetic makeup. Because of it, he shares certain traits with other people who have Down syndrome. I don’t know what he will be capable of, but I have very high hopes and high expectations for him. Those dreams I had for him that were shattered? They weren’t really shattered at all. It just took me a while to figure out that his life is not about my dreams, it’s about his dreams, and only he can decide what those dreams are. Only he will be able to show me how his life is going to play out.
Although I am not a believer in some grand, divine plan, I do believe that I have been given an opportunity for enlightenment by having my son. Having him has forced me to reevaluate what it is I value. What constitutes a happy, full life? Does a high IQ ensure happiness, or even success? What is the criteria for a life worth living? I have been given a gift of appreciation and perspective that I never had before. I am able to see and accept my fellow human beings with a more open heart and a broader mind. Sometimes, I secretly think that my friends who have not had a child like my son are missing out on something very big.
Those questions posed earlier… What does the future hold for him/her? For me? I don’t know the answers to those questions. But the truth is, none of us has the answers to those questions about any of our kids, whether or not they are born with extra chromosomes. Life is a crapshoot, for each and every one of us, and for each and every one of our children, and our children’s children.
There was a time when the prospect of living life with a child with Down syndrome was one of the worst things I could imagine. Now, the worst thing I can think of is to not have my son.
The most important thing I can tell you is this: It will be okay. It really will. You will love your baby, you will laugh again, life will be full, and enriched in ways that you can’t even imagine.
