Beauty, Inside and Out

I love when people say my daughter is beautiful. Not because I'm conceited. Not because I want my child to be the most beautiful. But simply because they're not pointing out her flaws, like every single doctor does.

Wendy, Zed and I attended a birthday party today. So many people there kept telling me how beautiful my baby was. After reading the report from her geneticist, it made me feel good. The report was a copy of what was sent to her pediatrician. It talked about her flat nasal bridge, her small nasal tip, the crevice in her chest, her wide set and inverted nipples, her short stature, her wide set eyes, her small head, and her "big ears that are folded oddly". Yeah, it said all of that.

I understand that my child has a chromosome abnormality. I understand that some of her features are different than most children's. But in all honesty, every child is going to have some odd feature, but it's not pointed out every time they go to a doctor. If a kid has big ears and they go to a check up, they're not going to say "Oh, that baby has big ears, it must be a congenital anomaly." They're most likely going to think it's just a feature that probably runs in the family and it won't be mentioned in a report.

I'm probably being a little sensitive on this subject, but as Wendy's mother, I don't like people saying the way she looks is wrong or abnormal. All I see when I look at her is perfection, and her daddy's features.