I’d add one more. Choosing life means not pitying and turning away from the disabled adult in the grocery store or coffee shop, but showing them the same consideration and compassion you’d show anyone else, even if it means talking about the big game longer and louder than you’d normally like.
It means offering to help care for the difficult child in church nursery, the one that has heaps of problems and an individualized education plan that stretches clear to China, the one who eats crayons and can’t talk. It means showing his parents that you think he has value, just because he is here and he is human. Faults and all, he’s to be celebrated.
You must must do this, because you never know who is watching. Perhaps it’s the pregnant newly wed who just found out her firstborn will likely have down syndrome. Perhaps it’s a mom with a happy, healthy pregnancy for whom everything is about to go off a cliff — like it did with me — and she’s about to be face with a life-or-death decision that will change her world.
Will she, like me, remember positive interactions with people with disabilities, or will she remember how they were always shunned, never accepted, never fully part of their community, always making people a little uncomfortable just because they exist? If her experience is like mine, her choice for life will be easy. If her experience with disabilities is only negative, let’s not fault her for wanting to save her child a lifetime of heartache. After all, we’re the ones who showed her that heartache was the only option. (More on my choice here: http://momofa23weeker.blogspot.com/2013/07/choice.html )
Please, show us moms in difficult spots that life for our child can be good and meaningful, and above all, that they can be loved.