I am so mad at myself!

A golden opportunity missed!

So Madison and I were at Lowe’s the other day—one of my all-time favorite places to shop. Among our purchases was a very large rectangle of plastic lattice. I’m really, really bad at measurements, but suffice it to say that this lattice board was extremely large and bulky and did not fit in the cart. We also had some flowers and soil amendment in the cart. The poor flowers were slowly being picked to death by a very squirmy two year old who had decided that she was pretty much done with shopping and wanted OUT. We got into the cashier’s line, which suddenly had grown HUGE in a matter of seconds. I’m not sure why the instant huge line phenomenon happens, but it seems to happen a lot. It’s like everyone at the store decides at the same time to go to the line, now! (Some kind of weird herd mentality…) Madison was looking at me in disgust, giving me the sign for “out” over and over again, trying to wiggle out of her seat belt and making her cute little feral cat noises. One of the flowers was now picked to a stem and she started on another, petals littering the floor below. I dearly hoped that nobody noticed. We finally got to the front of the line where the overly friendly cashier started talking to me about her friend whose baby showed signs of having Down syndrome in utero.

Uh-oh.

A warning light came on at the back of my frazzled brain, but it was so faint I didn’t notice it at the time. Too many flower petals in the way.

She proceeds to tell me that her friend was really scared about having a baby with DS because it “runs in her family” but was really happy because she was born “totally normal, nothing bad was wrong with her, she was perfect”.

So does this imply that my daughter is not normal, is bad, and is imperfect?
And why would she say this to my face in front of my daughter?

This is the part where I kick myself. I was in such a hurry to get out of there that this “conversation” was only half listened to and all I said was “Uh huh” as we hustled out the door. By the time we got to the car, all I could think of is-- gosh, we all think Miss Madison is pretty perfect, too. By the time I loaded up the girl and the goods, all I could think of is-- that lady is really ignorant and she has no clue what she’s talking about. And by the time we got home all I could think about was-- how can I figure out a way to go back to that store and tell her how she is so wrong and why didn’t I speak up right then and I am so mad at myself for not saying something!

In a perfect world I would have been paying attention and replied with: Down syndrome usually doesn’t “run in a family”. It affects people of all races, nations, and economic levels equally around the world. There is nothing bad or wrong or imperfect with a person with Down syndrome. They might have more physical or mental challenges than you or I, but they are people of worth. I feel sorry for your friend who missed out on having a baby with Down syndrome because he/she could have been your friend’s greatest joy in her life. I would have then asked her if she realized that there is a long waiting list to adopt babies with DS. That is how loved and wanted these types of people are. I would have then said to her--you seem like a good person, and I wanted to let you know the truth about people with Down syndrome. All this I would have said with a smile.

After that we would have walked out with our heads held high, and hopefully another person would have learned something about how wonderful our children are.

*sigh* but I missed my opportunity. Next time!!