skin color, faith and fear. I waded through my mother’s denial and each truth it bore. Pluto was a planet and the brontosaurus my favorite dinosaur.” The truth is malleable.
The truth is my son has 47 chromosomes and I live with 46. Chances are you do, too. The truth is, you and I don’t know what it's like to have 47 chromosomes. What does that feel like?
The truth is science can see this trisomy before a mother can even feel her child developing. The truth is science cannot see possibility. Science cannot tell the future. The truth is neither can you or I.
The truth is I need help in order to facilitate my son’s reach toward his potential. And worth is a variable truth. The truth is he has dreams for his future, do you have dreams for yours?
The truth is his existence, his genetic structure, is considered by some a mutation of humanity. He is hated by trolls for merely living. The truth is he is no less human, no less worthy of love and respect and a chance, than any other.
The truth is the future sometimes scares me. The truth is I also have hope. I know what it’s like to feel a love so overwhelming its presence frightened me and now I can’t imagine life without this love. And that is where my truth begins and ends.