Last night I had the joy of going out to dinner with another mom. Her youngest has Down syndrome too and we met while in the hospital with our little peanuts. Her daughter is a day older than Eli. They too, will be going through heart surgery this month. Dinner was wonderful and we talked all about out kids, of course.
On the way home I began to think about us moms. Not the mom to the "perfect" blonde hair, blue eyes child, but us moms who have been chosen to mother the extra special. While driving through the dark country side (yes we live in the middle of nowhere), I began to cry. Us moms have an instant bond. Without saying a word, us moms just know. I spotted a mom at the store the other day who was fighting with her spirited 4 year old daughter, I had a little chuckle, seeing the mom tell her daughter "no you can not get candy" made me think of my own struggles with my stubborn almost 2 year old. Her daughter had Down syndrome, and although I never said a word to her, we locked eyes and she knew I understood.
Us moms can talk for hours, us moms "get it" and us moms have a invisible bond that will last a lifetime. I am thankful I was chosen to be an "us mom."