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I Am Who I Am

The insights just keep on coming!  Today I've been thinking about myself and who I am and how this impacts Baby J.  I am a woman, a wife, a mother.  I will soon be a Nana.  I am a college math professor.  I am a perfectionist and an introvert.  I process slowly.  I love to read.  I'm not good at any organized sports.  I'm completely at home in the water and love to swim.  I don't like crowds.  I like silence because it never really is.  I like to travel.  I have terrible spatial sense, and I get super frustrated when things change on the computer.  I hate discussing politics or religion.  I love to think about religion.  I hate to think about politics.  All of these things and many more make up who I am.  My conclusion?  Baby J. is and will be so much more than his Down syndrome.  That represents just one tiny little chromosome of his make-up and who he will become.  So today I am putting it all in perspective and really focusing on just one thing--I am going to be Nana to a very amazing little guy!  And I can't wait!!!

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  1. UnknownMay 14, 2015 at 3:33 PM

    so true. such a positive and real way of thinking of him as a whole person made of several different pieces. just like everyone!
    when i read your words or reflect upon them later the words positive and honest and lovely come to mind. you are going to be a wonderful nana! you already are. baby j is one lucky baby :)

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