A cashier makes a mean comment to a woman's child with Down's syndrome. The reaction of this mother is just the most marvelous thing I have ever seen in my life!

Some days, I forget that our, little guy has trisomy. It is very easy to forget in the middle of his 2 year old childish whims, his magnificent smile and his behavior proper to a child of his age. He always comes running to make sure that his sister is alright when she gets into mischief, as if she were in great danger and it were the most important thing on this planet. He is the type to sit on your knee, to touch you delicately, just to show to you that he loves you at that moment when you least expect it. He damages things as well, he turns the drawers upside down, he throws things on the ground, kicks the doors when he is scolded, there are two outcomes: Either he looks at you with a little smile that melts your heart, or he recommences with even greater effort his destruction of the house. He is crazy about music as well, it's simple as soon as he hears it he starts dancing and forgets everything else, impossible to stop him, it is as though he were possessed, additionally he is capable of making music out of anything, even the Fourth of July fireworks! Sometimes, I forget and the slap in the face is even more painful when he comes to me and reminds me almost in a "mean" fashion. Like this cashier for example, who threw me a sort of pitiful look while whispering the vilest thing possible "I imagine you would have liked to have known before he was born...You know they have tests that allow you to detect that nowadays." If you only knew the hate and the pain that I felt at that moment, I even came close to reacting and making her swallow her words, with rage you know, you can really injure a person, but I preferred to react otherwise! I looked at her with the smile of a psychopath straight out of a horror film and told her "It is true what you say!" It is so difficult to get rid of them once they are out. Believe me, I have tried everything! " And then I rejoiced inside, I saw with her mouth wide open, asking herself if I could have possibly said that and I added with a whisper: "What you wanted to say was that I should have killed him while he was in my stomach, and that now I can no longer do it, is that right?" For me, it's the same thing. Just for your information, we knew exactly what he had, when I was pregnant. He is our son now, and he was our son before as well. I will never let anyone hurt one of my children, even during that moment where they consider them as absurdly "avoidable." I had forgotten that before seeing a child, many people see a trisomic illness, and that goes hand-in-hand along with certain judgments of the type "oh, the poor parents," or "the poor brothers and/or sisters who carry a heavy burden." Sometimes I forget...Yes I forget that they are perhaps not completely guilty, it is just that they don't know! Sometimes I tell myself I could have perhaps thought like them as well. I knew nothing about Down syndrome before the birth of Gabe, I had studied nursing but that is all, everything I had read about Down syndrome led me to imagine an immobile child, dependent and handicapped. Sometimes, I forget how the first weekend of December is the most important to us, with the Telethon being the best way to make people fully aware of the problem, to break the taboos and the preconceived ideas, to become correctly informed and to learn how to accept the other without judgment. What hurts most is the ignorance of people in regards to Down syndrome, thanks to the Telethon we have an impression that things are evolving, but still not fast enough! Sometimes it is easy to forget that your child suffers from Down syndrome, we live with it, for us they are simply our children, Gabe, Jean, or Estelle, nothing more, nothing less, and that is how they should be seen by the rest of the world, accepted by everyone all year round, and not just during the month of December!