I still fear for the day when Samaira will face exclusion because of down syndrome. I don't know what I will do then. I don't know what I will tell her to make her feel better. I fear for the day when a bunch of kids will bully her. I fear for the day when for some reason Samaira would feel like she doesn't belong. At this moment, I just don't know. And I am hoping that when that time comes (which I hope it never does) I will magically know what to say. But more importantly, I hope that Samaira will be stronger than I am, and she will absorb all-things-positive and be unaffected by any negativity around her.
But at the end of the day, this thing is much bigger than Samaira. I hope that next time you see someone that's not typical, you can see their heart before you notice their features, height or weight. I hope you see their light before you respond to their appearance. I hope there is greater and unconditional acceptance - in our society. In our world.
|T wish Samaira|
|A with Samaira|
A relative of ours works right opposite the hospital that I delivered in and she made it a point to visit Samaira almost every day during our hospital stay. Her husband hand-made a hat for Samaira! These gestures spoke volumes and I almost didn’t need any explicit words to feel the connection.
|Samaira in the special hand-knit hat|
|K sharing his blanket with Samaira|
|...and toys too|
|Samaira's 3rd month birthday|
|Nani & Nanu with Samaira (Mamu just hanging in the background ;))|
|Bapu ji - Baa with Samaira|