Looking at the photo, I realized I couldn't see the Down syndrome in her face. I starred at the photo, studying her features, narrowing my eyes to try and single out the droopy eyes or tiny button nose characteristic of individuals with downs. But I couldn't see it. I just saw my sister looking beautiful.
Jillian is just Jillian to me and I have to constantly try to remind myself that other people do not see through my eyes. My love, respect and knowledge of her guides my perception of her. Honestly I feel a little agitated that it can't be that simple for everyone, but I do understand.
To me, having a child with down syndrome isn't having a child with downs. It's just having a child.
