Friday, March 30, 2012
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I pretty much cried every day the first five years of Taylor's life. Now I just cry on Sundays. (Card by CC Louie)
OK, I know it's not politically correct to use the word retarded. But, what if it were not a "bad" word? What if you hadn't had a negative reaction when you saw it in my blog title? Search your heart. Rethink this. My son has Down Syndrome. He lives in a world in which everybody treats him like he's "retarded." I'm his mom. My son teaches me so many valuable lessons that I am often too "slow" to get. I'm the Retarded (Loving) Mother.
I've Got Some Good News and Some Bad News
I pretty much cried every day the first five years of Taylor's life. Now I just cry on Sundays. (Card by CC Louie)
Welcome. You're brave to be here with me.
"The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its weakest citizen. " That's kind of heavy, but it is something that has tugged at my life for the last 33 years. So, here's my story. I am a mother of a son with Down Syndrome. Pull up a chair. Sit with me in my life. Teach me something.
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Get to know me. Please.
- The Retarded Mother
- My son is 33 and has Down Syndrome. I did not get the manual when he was born. I am making stuff up as I go. I want to be the best mother I can be to him. My son is "complete." He' is perfect. I'm the slow one. I'm trying to catch up.
I'm the mother of a son with Down Syndrome
I'm just learning how to live this life with all of the integrity I can muster---and still have some fun.