I wasn't going to post anything today, given how burdened my heart is, but this was just too pointed and poignant:
Raising a child with Down syndrome can be demanding. It always
involves some degree of suffering. Parents grow up very fast. None of my
friends who has a daughter or a son with a serious disability is
melodramatic, or self-conscious, or even especially pious about it. They
speak about their special child with an unsentimental realism. It’s a
realism flowing out of love—real love, the kind that forces its
way through fear and suffering to a decision, finally, to surround the
child with their heart and trust in the goodness of God. And that
decision to trust, of course, demands not just real love, but also real courage.
The real choice in accepting or rejecting a child with special needs
is never between some imaginary perfection and imperfection. None of us
is perfect. No child is perfect. The real choice in accepting or
rejecting a child with special needs is between love and unlove;
between courage and cowardice; between trust and fear. That’s the
choice we face when it happens in our personal experience. And that’s
the choice we face as a society in deciding which human lives we will
treat as valuable, and which we will not.
From Archbishop Charles Chaput; read the whole piece here.
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