Our playgroup, Triple Play, got together for lunch last week. Getting five little ones to all look the same way and smile while five mommies are trying for that perfect shot is a tough. (Where is Artist Anaa when you need her?)
We took the kids to the store today and I realized that I am still watching people watch her. I wonder what they see. I am so crazy about her and I see so many children with Down syndrome all the time now that I no longer see it. I only see them.
Then I take her out. You would think babies have magnets instead of poop in their diapers or something. People just gravitate to her carseat and stare. Surely it is because she is so darn cute.
So let's just suppose Mary had a baby with ds. She, Jesus, and the rest of the gang are wheeling the baby around the market square and over come the "lookers". Does a popular tune run through Mary's mind, "Don't you wish your baby was cute like mine?" Does she ignore them? Does she speak up, "What the Sheol are you staring at?" What would Mary do?
Exactly What They Were Staring At: