These aren’t just any ordinary hands. These are hands that represent Sanctity of Life today. These hands belong to Daxton. These hands are what the Dr looked at while Daxton was still in my belly and helped them suspect then later confirm that he had Down Syndrome.
These hands have a simian crease in the center of the palm that most Down Syndrome people have and cause them to have manual dexterity deficits with weaker palms which results with no palm arch which makes finger opposition more difficult for these kids. They have to work super hard to accomplish simple tasks that generally come easy and natural for others.
So in short I’ve shared some of the deficits associated with these precious hands.
Now let me really tell you about these hands.
These precious hands are the hands that matched his siblings and caused typical childhood mischief. These hands as a baby reached for my face when I cradled him in my arms to feed him his bottle or rock and talk to him. These are the hands that would reach for my face and turn me towards him when I was talking to someone else but he wanted my full attention and saying “momma” just wasn’t doing the trick.
These are the hands that reached for me as he began to take his first steps and he knew Momma would keep him safe.
These are the hands that made finger paintings for crafts or was traced into a turkey for Thanksgiving Day art.
These are the hands that gripped handle bars of his bicycle tight as he learned to ride and later ramp and do tricks on his bike. These are the hands that shot many basketballs into the full size hoop from most anywhere on the court (just don’t get in his face or play defense) LOL because these are the same hands that will reach out in mild aggression at the aggravation that you got between him and the hoop.
These are the same hands that high five or fist bump anyone that needs some encouragement from a boy whose now a man with Down Syndrome.
These are the same hands that got disciplined through the years the exact same as his brothers and sisters hands did….there was no difference. Not to us.
These are the hands that to this day will wrap around me and give the best hugs and will make any day better.
These are the same hands that belong to the precious tiny perfect baby boy that the Drs wanted me to abort because they said “I was young and he was gonna be an inconvenience….he was gonna be a burden”
The only thing they had right was…. I was young. These hands on this precious son of mine have NEVER been an “inconvenience or a burden”!!!!
These hands have been one of four of the the absolute GREATEST blessings I’ve ever in my life had!
I’m so thankful I chose life. Had I not…. then I’d be dealing with scars instead of blessings.
These hands bring joy to my life and even though he is right now 28 almost 29 years old….. I can’t help but melt when I look at them and know in my heart how hard these precious hands have worked to keep up with the ones around him whose abilities come more easily.
Lord, I seriously can’t thank you enough for these hands that I got to be a part of and for that simian crease that makes them just a little different in a tiny way but make it so perfect for us. Lord, I thank you for the favor you’ve had on my son and I pray you continue to bless and work in his life. Thank you that we get a glimpse of life through his eyes as his view is never biased but genuine through and through. Thank you for his precious hands that we get to see raised in worship to You.
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