Sherry started her post by writing about her two-year old son, Gabe, who acts like, well, most two-year olds. He's curious, throws tantrums, and loves music. Sometimes, she even forgets that her son has Down syndrome.
Then she went to the store:
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….
But instead of lashing out at the cashier, she did this:
Instead I used whit (sic): 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."
Whether a person is tall or short, black or white, and does or doesn't have a disability, their life is precious. Destroying that life before it begins would deny the world a chance to see incredible kids like Gabe live up to their fullest potential.