This is the story of Tinatella (tin-a-tell-a). Tinatella is different. She has pink skin and polka dots on her face. The other girls think she is ugly and make fun of her, but I think she is beautiful. See her...she is so beautiful, with her beautiful pink skin and polka dot face. The other girls make fun of her and think she is ugly, because she is different..but she is really beautiful and I love her.
This is the story Greta told his afternoon while she was procrastinating doing her actual school and begging to finish this one drawing while I drink my milk. Greta doesn't just draw pictures though...she tells stories about every picture. And, this was the story she told this afternoon. I found it very interesting...her choice of words and topic. We haven't really talked about people who are "different." They really only know one person who is "different" or has a "disability"...my sister/their aunt, and they've always known her and her "difference" has nothing to do with her face (it has to do with her legs).
Yet, this was the story she told. And, it got me thinking. Last Thursday (on 3/21) was World Down Syndrome Day (see...told you, I'm always late to the game..just posting about it now). Other than seeing a few random adults with Down Syndrome at church or stores, I've never really known any families affected by Down Syndrome until about 1 1/2 years ago when a family we knew through law gave birth to a beautiful baby girl with Down Syndrome. They are 20-something and Abigail is their first child. The husband graduated from law school last year and they've moved out of Florida, but I've followed their lives and adventures through Jacqueline's blog, Journey Narrative. Since knowing them and reading her blog, I've really learned a lot about Down Syndrome.
I had already known that over 90% of all babies prenatally diagnosed with Down Syndrome are aborted (thanks to my mom and her book.) Which is a tragedy...because EVERY person's life is valuable and important and worth living and worth fighting for. So, this post is my small way of trying to bring awareness to this issue. It's ALWAYS worth it to choose life, because LIFE is worth choosing. No mother regrets the babies she has...only the ones she doesn't...so if you ever come across anyone dealing with an "adverse" prenatal diagnosis...send them this book and help them choose LIFE...because EVERY LIFE has value and worth.
And maybe, just maybe, Greta's story and drawing was more important than her spelling words this afternoon.