Monica and David: the story of a couple with Down syndrome who get married and begin their life together. It was originally aired a couple of years ago but Netflix just picked it up, which means I’m watching it for the first time.

I should note that since the captioning is not consistent, all of my neighbors got to watch it with me!

Yay for my neighbors!

Anyway. It really had me bawling like a small child through much of the first half. I think just watching it brought up so many of my hopes and fears regarding Moxie. That she’ll find love, be happy with someone. Wear a gorgeous wedding dress because I want to dress up my daughter, dammit! Have a wonderful party and celebrate love found. I want these things so much for her, my breath catches in my throat and my eyes well up. Again.

The story of the mothers – both young and whose husbands split – also made me tear up. Both Monica and David’s mothers love their children very, very much and that is abundantly clear.

They are also both, by their own words, over protective.

Now, while I can totally understand the propensity to be over protective, it’s hard for me to see that actually becoming a reality with our own Moxie. I’m just not sure she’d stand for it.


The girl is more independent than any of us. She leads the way most of the time and we just kind of bumble along, following.

I don’t know how that’s going to play out over the years, of course, but it’s hard for me to see a situation like the one they had, in which Monica and David don’t go anywhere alone; they are constantly with Monica’s parents.

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Moxie isn’t even three and she throws huge, colossal, on the ground fits when we don’t let her ride her trike or do what she wants.

Good Lord.


But I don’t know how much of Monica and David’s willingness to go along with the chaperoning was learned or just came naturally, you know? Were they both every bit as independent as Moxie is, and then their mothers over-protected them out of it?

I don’t know.

The cooking bit also had me kerflummoxed.

Two grown ups, not cooking? How did that happen?

Mikey and I were watching it together at that point and we just looked at each other and shook our heads in incomprehension.

That’s so not going to happen with Moxie.

Even she didn’t want to cook (-she does), it wouldn’t because we are a Cooking Family if we are anything. We watch PBS cooking shows for fun; Micah calls us over if he sees a good Julia Child episode is on. We make yogurt and mayonnaise by hand and pie crust from cereal – and don’t get Mikey started on a discussion on the relative merits of bone marrow!

IMG_9580IMG_9539It WAS, however, a good reminder to make sure we continue to include Moxie in cooking endeavors in the same way we included Micah when he was her age.

Baby girl’s got to learn!

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Back to Monica and David.

I liked the documentary, overall. I thought it hit a nice tone, not overly sentimental and not “inspirational”. There is a lot of love in it, Monica for David, David for Monica, the parents for the couple and so forth – the love really spoke to me. I think things may be different in our respective parenting/disability philosophies, but I still feel a connection and sense of gratitude to both Monica and David’s mothers for raising such fine people.

Tell me: how’d you like it?