I say this reluctantly, but I must say it: He doesn’t belong here.
I know full well the fight song of parents of children with disabilities: My kid’s just like yours. But I can’t deny the evidence. The presence behind his slanted eyes. The invisible light that shimmers from his lips and fingertips. He is other-worldly, foreign, a stranger to things of this earth. If he were to disappear tomorrow, I would have no right to fuss, no ground to stand on as I petitioned the Universe.
You have no right to demand that he stay, the Universe would say. You know he’s just a traveler.
From an incredible piece written by Kathryn Lynard Soper about having a child born with Down’s syndrome.