Posted on 10/24/2014 8:47:07 AM PDT by NKP_Vet
Approximately 92% of mothers who learn they are carrying children with Downs Syndrome abort their child. The Daily Mail has an article by a deeply evil woman who bemoans the fact that she didnt have that option:
Questions I couldnt answer raced through my mind: Had I caused his disability? How terrible would his life be? What impact would it have on his brother Andrew, then only two? How on earth would Roy and I cope?
That was the day normal life ended for Roy, Andrew and me.
Perhaps youd expect me to say that, over time, I grew to accept my sons disability. That now, looking back on that day 47 years later, none of us could imagine life without him, and that Im grateful I was never given the option to abort.
However, youd be wrong. Because, while I do love my son, and am fiercely protective of him, I know our lives would have been happier and far less complicated if he had never been born. I do wish Id had an abortion. I wish it every day.
If he had not been born, Id have probably gone on to have another baby, we would have had a normal family life and Andrew would have the comfort, rather than the responsibility, of a sibling, after were gone.
Most people will think twice about attacking this woman because they will want to appear understanding. Taking care of a handicapped child is not an endless bowl of cherries, as I well know, and so most people who have not had that experience will be reluctant to criticize someone who has had that duty. Fortunately I have been in the category of having a handicapped child to care for, and how I wish, with all my heart, that I was still in that category. As faithful readers of this blog know, my beloved son Larry died of a seizure on May 19, Pentecost Sunday, last year. Due to his autism Larry and I never held a normal conversation. He could say yes and no, and single words, but that was usually all that he was able to do. He would never have been able to hold down a job. In many ways his life was not dissimilar to that of the man described in the article. Yet he was the light of our lives for my wife and me.
I guess the difference is in how we perceived our son and how the evil woman, I refuse to write her name, views her poor son. Larry to us was never just his autism. He was always a unique individual with his own personality. He was our great adventure. How I miss seeing him puttering about the kitchen fixing snacks, hearing him laugh, having Daddy readings with him each morning, outings with him where he would always position himself to be at my right hand. Did I wish he had not had autism? Sure. Did I ever bemoan his life because of the autism? Never! Like all our kids, he filled our lives with love and we were the gainers by that love.
At the conclusion of my sons funeral mass, taking as my text Job 1:21: The Lord Giveth and the Lord Taketh Away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord., I read out this remembrance of my boy:
To those who did not know Larry well, it might be assumed that he was dealt a pretty poor set of cards in this life. Autistic, afflicted with seizures in his later years, and a brief life of 21 and three-quarter years. However, to those of us who had the great privilege of knowing Larry well, he was blessed with many gifts, just as his life was a blessing to us.
1. At his birth he was blessed with a twin brother, Donnie, who all Larrys life would be his constant companion: playing with him, and caring for him and guarding him from harm.
2. He was blessed with two parents who loved him more than mere words can possibly convey.
3. He was blessed with a beloved baby sister, a loving grandmother and grandfather and a cherished godmother, all of whom helped guide his steps.
4. He was blessed with a wry sense of humor. I will never forget the lopsided smile on his face as a toddler as he pretended to touch the computer printer paper roll because he knew that would always get a rise out of Mom and Dad. His default expression was a smile.
5. He was blessed with a joyful zest for life, from swinging on swings much higher than they were intended to go, to grooving to music he liked, swaying back and forth and rocking his head, to closing his eyes as he savored the big hamburgers he loved. Life never grew stale or prosaic for Larry.
6. He was blessed with a bold spirit. At a year and a half he decided in May of 1993 that it would be a very good idea to walk to Renfrew Park without bothering to get permission from Mom or Dad! In his later years he was fond of midnight strolls, once again without telling Mom or Dad! One of my most cherished memories of Larry is him running ahead of the family like a gazelle, to Mass or to some other favorite destination. Life with Larry was an endless adventure, whether we wanted it to be or not!
7. He was blessed with self-reliance, as I can attest from picking up the remnants of late night snacks that he had fixed for himself in the kitchen after Mom and Dad went to sleep. Some of us march to our own drummer. Larry, ever a rugged individualist, marched to his own brass band.
8. He was blessed with a warm heart as the hugs he gave indicated.
9. He was blessed with a good mind, defying the odds of his autism to learn to read and to memorize long prayers.
10. He was blessed with a love of God. At Mass he said his prayers and always understood that Mass was important and solemn. His physical presence at Mass with my family ended with his funeral Mass, but not the presence of his spirit.
11. Above all, he was blessed by being the child of a loving God, who for His own purposes took him into his heavenly kingdom in the wee hours of Pentecost the Sunday before last.
Larry enjoyed all these blessings, and he was a blessing to all who knew him, from the first day of his life to his last day. May the same be said of all of us when the tally of our days is reached. Goodby my son, until we meet again in the Kingdom of Love Eternal.
**That now, looking back on that day 47 years later, none of us could imagine life without him, and that Im grateful I was never given the option to abort. **
God bless this mother.
I lived next door to a special ed teacher (of all people) who had a Down’s syndrome daughter. She was in anguish over the fact that she had no warning so she could abort the baby, and was now going to be the mother listening to the teacher.
I wanted to strangle her and was glad when the moved.
God bless this mother.
...yes...and the father, and siblings...I can only imagine what they’ve endured, what their tribulations have been, trials that the likes of myself could never have survived...
...yes, Good bless them, and others like them...
But in the next breath she says.........
“while I do love my son, and am fiercely protective of him, I know our lives would have been happier and far less complicated if he had never been born. I do wish Id had an abortion. I wish it every day”.
From the minute that child was born, her life was to nuture and love this child. It was not about Me, me, me, anymore. God pray for this woman. All people are precious creatures of God, deserving of life exactly the same way she was deserving of life.
Not unlike people who go into teaching because they "care about children" then put their own children in day care.
You’re right. The wish-her-child-had-never-been born woman just doesn’t get it. She does not understand what is truly valuable and what is just superficial, trendy, self-centered, materialistic, and initially expedient.
Calling someone a "fool" (Matthew 5:22b) is making an eternal judgment against them: declaring that there is some minimum level of physical/mental participation that a person must possess and exercise in order to be forgiven/saved, and that the "fool" will never have it. If the church treats the low-functioning autistic person as only a disruption, as if the person is incapable of "getting anything" from attending church, it is tantamount to the church declaring that the low-functioning disabled person is a fool.
Related threads:
Aspergers Syndrome and Spirituality
Ten Ways to Make Your Church Autism-Friendly
Autism and the Church
Autism and the Church
The Hardest Place for Us to Take Our Special Needs Child? Our Church
Who called who a fool? I don’t understand your reply.
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