Reflections - A Mother's Story of Faith and Her Daughter's Journey

The Quill and Me

A mother's journey of faith, patience, and joy with her daughter.

A Prayer for a Healthy Baby

When I was expecting, my only prayer was for a healthy baby. I didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl — I simply longed for health. But when my daughter was born, she struggled to breathe. They placed her in an incubator, and I didn’t get to see her for almost three days.

Before I could hold her, my husband came in with words that pierced me: “We have a Mongoloid child.” Later, a nurse tried to lighten the moment by saying, “When they told me that, I said I’ve never even been to Mongolia.

When they finally rolled me down to the nursery, I held her for the first time. She was precious, with a head full of hair. And in that moment, I fell completely in love.

Early Challenges, Early Miracles

My precious daughter was diagnosed with Down Syndrome. Her breathing troubles were temporary, and though she was born with a heart murmur, by age seven it had healed completely. She had eye surgery at six to correct crossing, and though she wears glasses, her eyesight challenges are part of our family’s story. For a child with Down Syndrome, she was remarkably healthy — an answered prayer.

Doctors told my family she would never walk or talk, and even suggested institutional care. But her father never considered it, and neither did I.

Learning and Growing

We moved to Boston before her first birthday, where my daughter attended a wonderful school for special needs children called Mainstay. The South had nothing like it, and it blessed us deeply. By age three and a half, we were back in the South, but the lessons from Mainstay stayed with us.

Patience was another prayer I had often whispered, and God gave me both patience and my daughter at the same time. She taught me to stand up, to speak out, and to fight for her needs — things I never thought I could do as an introvert.

School was often disappointing. One official told me she would never learn to read. They handed me a stack of papers on dyslexia, but offered no real help. My mother stepped in, teaching my daughter her colors, ABCs, numbers, and even how to read. She taught her practical skills too, like folding towels. God bless my mom — she gave my daughter the foundation school never did.

Teenage Years

At 14, my daughter was rebellious and independent. She once tried to run away, declaring she was headed to California to find a boyfriend with a purple motorcycle and a tattoo. Another time, she got on the wrong bus and ended up at her old babysitter’s house. By God’s grace, the babysitter still lived there.

She had a knack for disappearing — once in a mall, she vanished for 20 minutes. Security searched, and a kind woman found her hiding behind curtain displays. I collapsed in tears of relief when she was returned to me.

Schooling and Transition

At 14, my daughter entered St. Mary’s School for Handicapped and Special Needs Children in Alexandria, Louisiana. It was safer than public school, where she had once faced an incident no teacher should have allowed. She remained at St. Mary’s until 19, then transitioned into a community home.

For years, holidays meant visiting her, bringing her home when I could. She longed to be with me full-time. In 2014, after my mother passed away, I quit my job, signed her out of the home, and brought her back.

A New Chapter Together

Life changed again. My marriage ended, but my daughter and I built a new life together. Today, we share an apartment. I am her caregiver, and she is mine. We get along beautifully, and our days are full of joy.

My daughter is now 42. She walks, talks, reads at a second-grade level, and navigates her cell phone better than I do. She has a tablet, a TV, and a DVD player with hundreds of movies and music CDs. She loves people, remembers details about everyone she meets, and her greatest passion is WWE wrestling — Monday Night RAW and Thursday night SmackDown.

A Life of Joy and Faith

From the day she was born, my daughter has been a blessing. The Lord chose me to be her mother, and she has changed my life in ways I could never have imagined. She was saved at age 10, and baptized years later. When she came out of the vestibule, she raised her arms and shouted, “I did it, y’all!” The whole church rejoiced with her.

My daughter is joy, resilience, and love embodied. She is my companion and my answered prayer.

by Quil

(Stock photos from Canva Elements Platform used to enhance story and show the sweet and loving Down Syndrome child)