A writer writes of her daughter with Down Syndrome

This story is so lovely, so honest, so gut-wrenching. Oh to be able to write like this! So I hope you enjoy it for what she says and how she says it. There are many excerpts I enjoyed, but the one below struck closest to home:

But one thing I’ve learned these last four years that possibly Solomon has not: All of our accomplishments are few. All of our accomplishments are minor: my scribblings, his book, the best lines of the best living poets. We embroider away at our tiny tatters of insight as though the world hung on them, when it is chiefly we ourselves who hang on them. Often a dog or cat with none of our advanced skills can offer more comfort to our neighbor than we can. (Think: Would you rather live with Shakespeare or a cute puppy?) Each of us has the ability to give only a little bit of joy to those around us. I would wager Eurydice gives as much as any person alive.

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