I woke up on the nauseous side of the bed this morning, World Down Syndrome Day.
Micah came in, hacking and heaving, Mack was drenched in snot and Moxie is not only sick but is on some kick where she pushes me away and wants nothing to do with me. I want to tell her that after a 22 hour home birth, that is not an option. But she’s almost 3 and this is just part of the craptastic finale of the two’s. At least I hope that’s it.
So, I read loads of the kick ass posts for the Bite Sized Blog Hop going on (this blog! check it out!) and despite not feeling well, I felt warm and fuzzy about the Down syndrome Community.
I love, love, love how so many of us are striving for something better for our kids. I love how we connect, despite our differences. I love that we are writing posts like the Unknown Contributor did in Does Your Heart Go Out to Me? or Down With Dat’s Make Down Syndrome Day a Day of Action. The work that the IDSC is doing and their blogging campaign.
It feels like we are moving and growing into something very powerful, something pure and good and true and swinging a mantle of equal opportunity and rights and justice.
I headed on over to facebook with my heart all brimming and got slammed…by all those freaking socks. Ugh! Get the SOCKS AWAY! Please!
I actually felt full on nauseousness sweep over me when I saw one posted photo of the face of a child with Down syndrome who was surrounded by sock-clad feed. Now, I realize the intent was nothing except good, but come ON! Don’t put a child – with an intellectual disability, no less – up with a bunch of socks and feet and have this be a ploy for AWARENESS!
But if that’s how it’s going to roll, well then, my wonderful friend Melissa crafted this meme:
Here are my wacky socks.
Can my child with Down syndrome have access to inclusive education without a fight now?
Can my child with Down syndrome have access to appropriate, up-to-date medical care now?
Can people with Down syndrome be paid a fair wage now?
Can people with Down syndrome be hired now?
– what else, my friends?
Okay, that’s it. Rant over. For the some truly great posts, read the hop going on HERE or go the IDSC for their list of great posts up now. And next year, can we PLEASE go with something like butterflies?
Meriah Nichols is a counselor. Solo mom to 3 (one with Down syndrome, one on the spectrum). Deaf, and neurodiverse herself, she’s a gardening nerd who loves cats, Star Trek, and takes her coffee hot and black.