by Ellen Stumbo | Parenting
It has been a productive morning. The pile of dirty laundry is now a pile of clean laundry. The breakfast dishes have been loaded in the dishwasher, and dinner is cooking in the Crockpot. Even better, I took a shower and got dressed before noon. While the girls play...
by Ellen Stumbo | Disability, Down Syndrome
“Did somebody here lose a little girl?” I heard the man’s voice calling from the opposite side of the house. I dropped the purple sheets and jumped from the top bunk. Within seconds, I was running past the living room as Cinderella’s fairy godmother sang, “Bibidi...
by Ellen Stumbo | Disability, Down Syndrome
They say that a large percentage of women who receive a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome have an abortion. But I will not point my finger at the women who have given their babies back to God without ever holding them in their arms. Why? Because I understand. I know...
by Ellen Stumbo | Parenting
I hold my oldest on my lap first thing in the morning. She is long and skinny, yet somehow she still fits in my arms. She lets me hold her because she knows it means a lot to me, yet I know she would rather run around the house and play. I tickle her and attack her...