Here’s a link to a CBS story that raises so many important questions about prenatal testing and what it means to babies with Down syndrome…plus, there’s a really cute photo of a beautiful girl named Agusta.
I love this blog post by Laurie Wagner. It is exactly my life right now, only Carter is leaving next week, we’re driving with him, and my life is held together not with twine, but duct tape. But, really, same-same!
This story of love and acceptance is so amazing! I didn’t even know I could imagine something so kind, but now that I do, I think it’s perfect.
About a week ago, I fell off my horse. Or, my horse got out from under me. Or, I really don’t know what it was, it all happened so fast. She’s a young horse and really quick and she was as scared as I was, after it happened.
I have a sprained wrist and a bruised tailbone and a little bit of a black eye.
The old saying tells you that once you fall off a horse, you have to get back up. Right back up. In the moments after I fell, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. All I could do was check in with each of the parts of my body, arms, are you okay? Legs? Fingers? Toes? And then I had to get the horse settled. And then Tom said, “Are you going to get back on?”
I thought about it, and then I said, “No.”
I didn’t get right back in the saddle. I made a choice, I said no. I didn’t think it was wise to get back in the saddle, right away. She was scared, I was hurt, and it just wasn’t worth it to me to risk me, or her, having another bad experience.
I think the lesson learned that day was not for the horse, but for me: sometimes, the old sayings are wrong. I get to do what I decide is best, and sometimes you need to take a while to heal.
Well those seeds I planted not so long ago, without much hope or expectation, have grown, and grown, and grown. Now, there is kale to pick and spinach and chard. Also chives (lots of chives!) and parsley, too. And peas! I almost cried when I saw all the peas, it felt like such a gift! It all feels like such a gift.
Two things to remember: even when you’re not sure, plant the seeds; and life is full of surprises.
The only problem with this story is that if it were Avery and me running the shop, we would eat all the cupcakes. The end.
Lots of people I know enjoy IZZE drinks, because they are delicious. But did you know that the drink is named after Isabel Woloson, daughter of one of the cofounders of the company? And what’s more, Isabel has Down syndrome.
(Thanks to Elizabeth for the info!)