I am a mother. Naturally I worried about my babies. Fears. What if’s.
Only one fear has become a reality.
It was a big one. A new baby boy with an extra chromosome.
Yet this baby boy captured my heart.
I had nothing to fear.
Still doubt creeped in, I should have known better.
I worried about Henry.
I worried about how his life would be changed by having a brother with Down syndrome. I assumed the worst. Would Henry resent Charlie; all of his therapy appointments? The extra time we spend helping him?
Would he feel ashamed of his brother?
Again, I was wrong.
It has been quite the opposite.
The fits of giggles and endless hours spent playing together cast light on any doubt I held.
The hugs, the questions and cheers of encouragement were balm to my worried heart.
Henry’s interaction with Charlie; his never-ending encouragement, love and genuine kindness never ceases to amaze me.
He taught me what pure love looks like. Love without preconceived notions weighed down by the opinions and worries of the world.
He taught me how uncomplicated love can be.
Love your brother.
Love that isn’t burdened by fear or worry, but focused on the here and now.
And here and now it is good. So good.
My sweet oldest boy. A teacher. A little boy with a heart filled with compassion and understanding. He loves hard, plays hard and talks non-stop.
I often forget that he only has four years under his belt. My first sweet baby boy.