To: E who wrote (25802 ) 11/6/1998 7:52:00 PM From: Rambi Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 108807
E, I read the things you write with a kind of awe. You seem so grounded in who you are and sure of what you believe (and don't believe). I should have realized that for you to achieve that, life must have exacted a certain price from you. None of us knows what cost others pay and it's always irked me that people are so quick to draw comparisons and conclusions about someone else's life---either that they got there too easily, or that they have suffered too much, or that because they make things sound wonderful, therefore, it must BE wonderful and so they just don't understand about tough stuff.. That makes no sense to me. We ALL have bad stuff. Things that would crush me, others seem to handle with grace and ease. Things I find insignificant can dissolve another. My husband was furious, a rare state for him, when somone once said to him, "Oh what do you know about having to work for anything? Everything comes so easily to you." Or they say-"You're so lucky. You have such good kids." As if the boys just arrived like that and raised themselves. Our threshholds are different; our coping mechanisms vary. But I doubt any of us get by "easily". It's what we do with it all, what we learn, what we become. (I seem to be hung up on that tonight, don't I?) Today I was in the gyn's office for that beloved yearly exam and there was a darling little boy about 2 there with his mom. He had a music box that he would turn on and then stand in the middle of the floor dancing. Everyone was smiling; he was a joy. Later we were in the lab waiting room and he came up to me and said. "Hi!" All dimples. I said hi back and then to his mother, "He's adorable. And he's certainly friendly." His mother said, "Well, he's Downs syndrome and they're like that," in this kind of defensive voice. Then she patted her tummy and said, "And I'm having another. Do you think I'm crazy?" Ummm....no? Is there a right answer to this question? I knew he was Downs. It hadn't seemed important. But I guess it was--I don't know. I don't even know why I'm saying this--except something about it bothered me. But later, he didn't want to leave, and he started to whine. SHe picked him up and stood there, humming a little song in his ear and rocking back and forth, just loving him, and he got all calm and content. "I said, "He's a happy child not cause he's Downs but because you're a wonderful mom." Somewhere in there--I'm thinking of you.