tweece & tiff
i completed my last final friday morning, headed to chelsea’s to pick up my poor, neglected babies, and then to target for a last minute christmas gift for mia’s a-mazing teacher. while approaching the automatic opening doors, i caught our reflection in the glass. we were quite the sight! i had on cloths i wouldn’t normally wear in public, but they were the only ones clean. there was no make-up covering my nervous breakdown from the day before, my red puffy eyes were obviously rimmed in black. the babies were equally as disheveled with their frizzy hair and high-waters.
then i spotted someone that made me smile- a happy toddler with down syndrome shopping the dollar bins with her beautiful, very put-together, young mom. whenever i see people that have downs, i feel compelled to stop, talk to them, and tell their caregiver about my special little sis. i don’t know what folks usually think about this compulsion of mine, but this young mother was apparently glad i stopped. she had questions about katrice, questions about her own family’s future. what does she enjoy doing? where does she live? do you feel burdened because you will eventually need to care for her?
i enthusiastically answered her questions (whishing we didn’t look so homeless!). ‘wow,’ the mom responded, ‘she must really light up your life.’ ‘yes!’, i thought, that is the power of sisterhood. from 700 miles away, on the darkest of days, katrice can still make everything glow.
i completed my last final friday morning, headed to chelsea’s to pick up my poor, neglected babies, and then to target for a last minute christmas gift for mia’s a-mazing teacher. while approaching the automatic opening doors, i caught our reflection in the glass. we were quite the sight! i had on cloths i wouldn’t normally wear in public, but they were the only ones clean. there was no make-up covering my nervous breakdown from the day before, my red puffy eyes were obviously rimmed in black. the babies were equally as disheveled with their frizzy hair and high-waters.
then i spotted someone that made me smile- a happy toddler with down syndrome shopping the dollar bins with her beautiful, very put-together, young mom. whenever i see people that have downs, i feel compelled to stop, talk to them, and tell their caregiver about my special little sis. i don’t know what folks usually think about this compulsion of mine, but this young mother was apparently glad i stopped. she had questions about katrice, questions about her own family’s future. what does she enjoy doing? where does she live? do you feel burdened because you will eventually need to care for her?
i enthusiastically answered her questions (whishing we didn’t look so homeless!). ‘wow,’ the mom responded, ‘she must really light up your life.’ ‘yes!’, i thought, that is the power of sisterhood. from 700 miles away, on the darkest of days, katrice can still make everything glow.
4 comments:
I am looking forward to part 2 of this post.
It's true she really does. There is just something special about them and I think Heavenly Father sent them just to remind us of what this life is really about. Thanks that started to make me teary eyed.
Now I have to fix my mascara. I think your compulsion is FABULOUS! I think we are all typically a little too inhibited and should be willing to share our life experiences a little more often...who knows who we can help/inspire/lift.
You're awesome, Marissa. I'm also looking forward to part 2. :)
Risa, you always make me cry, can I just say Katrice could not have hand picked (and that is what she did you know)better siblings than the 3 of you, Tif, Risa, and John to spend her life with. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of your help in raising Katrice. I don't think Katrice or I would have survived her ordeal this summer without the 3 of you. All my love, mom
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