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31 for 21: Beauty

I’ve mentioned before that Braska is often called Beauty around here.  (KiKi, too, she’s not left out.)  She’s got lots of little pet names, which we’ll talk about in the next day or two… some aren’t as popular as others. 

Last year I posted about Braska’s blog design, which is no longer there, but there’s an image below to show you what the background looked like. (Click on it to see it larger.)

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So I thought I’d put the image up again. Because I’m proud of it. Because it speaks to how I feel. 
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DS is no accident. It’s not a mistake. It’s not a goof-up on God’s part.  It is something that has brought a completely different story line to my life, and for that I am thankful. 

It’s not that I just love my kid and think she’s good as is.  I appreciate all the things about her extra chromosome that make her what she is.  I have said many times that I wouldn’t take away the DS if I could.  It’s who she is.  I’m not offended that everyone knows she has it.  I tell people frequently. Pretty much every chance I get. I’m proud of it. I’m proud of her.  Every cell of her body has it, so I’m not interested in trying to separate her from it.

DS is not all rainbows and clouds, of course.  There are challenges, and there always will be.  There are frustrations, no doubt. It’s not always easy, but really… have you met KiKi?  She’s far more challenging a child, though I love her dearly, but she is definitely the cause of more stress, more frustration, more work, and more moments of sitting with my head in my hands because I don’t want to yell. Again.

So yes,  Down syndrome is beauty.  It’s many things.  This is the one that’s primary for me. I believe that beauty encompasses it all. Inner and outer beauty.  That frequent smile and always-ready forgiving hug.  Pure beauty.



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  1. Great post! You inspired a future post of mine! You'll know it when you see it! Ha! :)

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