• When small things become BIG

    It’s been three years ago to the day that the words Down Syndrome were first spoken to us in regard to our son Mason.  He was just a little over 12 hours old when the Doctor brought him into my room and told me his suspicions.  I held my boy close, kissing his cheeks, as I cried and tried to make sense of what the Doctor was saying. We didn’t know much about Down syndrome, but over the days, weeks and months that followed, we tried to learn all we could, hoping that we would be able to care for and help our little guy with any potential struggles he faced. When I…

  • The day my perspective changed

    Mason was about eight months old when I met someone who changed my perspective on Down syndrome.  I have relived this story countless times since, and have been waiting for the perfect moment to share it in writing.  There are some things that I want to cling to in my heart, tuck away as secrets in my soul somehow; those things will never be shared in my writing.  But, this story is one I can’t keep from you.  So, today, on World Down Syndrome Day, I want to share with you a precious moment I experienced with my son. It was December and we were in Greenville, SC, visiting with some friends…