Most unborn children diagnosed in the womb with Down syndrome are aborted and never given a chance to live their lives.
Part of the problem is a culture that wrongly believes people with Down syndrome are less valuable than others. An incident at a store where a mother of a two-year-old with the genetic condition had to deal with a cashier prejudiced against children with Down syndrome reinforced that problematic pro-abortion stereotype.
A blogger named Sherry wrote on her blog about an incident with her two-year-old son Gabe (right), who has Down syndrome. Sherry wrote on her blog “Hand Me Downs” that she was tempted to punch the employee but she delivered a more appropriate response:
Sometimes I forget that our son has Down syndrome. It’s easy to be distracted by his two year old tantrums, his mischievous smile and go getter attitude. Gabe is kind hearted but stubborn.
Sometimes I forget, and that makes it even harder when someone reminds me in a not so kind way….
Like the cashier that gave me sad eyes and spit poison in a whisper,
“I bet you wish you had known before he came out. You know they have a test for that now…”
Shock, horror, hurt and fury coursed through my body. I considered jerking her over the register and beating her senseless. I looked her up and down, I could take her….
Instead I used whit: I smiled a crazy lady smile “I know right?! It’s so much harder to get rid of them once they come out. Believe ME I’ve tried…” Jackpot! Her mouth dropped open and she stared at me in shock. I leaned over the register and whispered to her,
“What you’re saying is that it’s okay for me to kill him while he’s inside, but not outside? In my book there isn’t a difference. For the record, we knew EVERYTHING about him during my pregnancy. He is our son now and he was our son then. There is no way in hell that I would let any harm come to either of my children. Including during the time that they’re so ridiculously considered disposable.
I had forgotten, that sometimes other people don’t immediately see Gabe, they see a “downs kid”. They see poor parents and a burdened sister. I sometimes forget until I glance up and see the pity in their eye, or hear the ignorant comments in not so hushed whispers.