Call me a Troublemaker

I was raised by an Italian American attorney from New York City, so I am a fighter. That is, I can make a case. From my childhood when staying up for another hour meant giving Dad three good reasons to arguing that Mao's murderous purge of the Chinese people was an atrocity to my communist ninth grade teacher, I had to fight for my beliefs. 

Add forty years in the pro-life movement and you have me, two out of three daughters successfully launched from home education into a wonderful Catholic university. I thought my job was done, and I could rest on my laurels. I should have known better. God still has discussions yet to have. In love, the way we win over mothers heading for abortions at our pregnancy center. We have to win hearts while relentlessly insisting on God's truth. 

This is not just an argumentative nature, its a mission. I made so many mistakes in my youth, after being misled by Catholic school teachers, I vowed to help change the Catholic culture to turn our confused faithful towards God's truth. After all, I had found my way back into the fold. As St Francis said, "I have been all things unholy, if God can work through me, He can work through anyone."

Imagine my dismay when I learned that my daughters' wonderful Catholic university just fired a professor who after 11 years was outed for mocking purity and the pro-life movement. 

I was inclined to ignore it and move on, happy she was no longer there to corrupt young minds with her sneering at tradtional morality, but then I grew concenced that it took nearly a dozen years to realize that a woman who does not hide her disdain for Catholic morality on social media or in public appearances, was an anomaly in a passionattely Catholic university. 

So I asked the administration and got the boilterplate, cut and past answer, they are giving all the angry parents. 

Then I entered into the fray on facebook and faced an unexpected barrage of incensed academics who called me names (my favorite is pearl clutcher!)Woudl that I had pearls to clutch, I just hold on to my mom's Miraculous medal when things get rough as they did today!

The ugliness only spurred me on. I want to make the point over and over that Catholic education if it doesn't get us to heaven is worse than useless, it is dangerous. They are still calling me and those who agree with me names long into the night. 

See the discussion here. 

Catholics founded the university system while monks copied Plato and Aritotle, so calling traditional Catholics afraid of discussing ideas we do not agree with is futile. I simply want it to be a fair fight. No name calling (I think I refrained from that, if not, please forgive me). No rank pulling, no I'm not a PhD but I did do 60 graduate credits and ended up teaching adjunct at a college for nine years. 

So lets continue the discussion but first tell me why two of the world's most prominent academics, St John Paul II and Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI were not afraid to defend Catholic morality and declare the Splendor of Truth. 

'They who, by a generous effort, make up their minds to obey, acquire great merit; for obedience by its sacrifices resembles martyrdom.'--St. Ignatius of Loyola~

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You Don't Have to Be a Superhero Just Because You Have Down Syndrome!

In today’s society we are all about acceptance of diversity. We take great pains to show how well we accept others of different races, religions, and sexual preferences. We do this by holding social events, arts showcases, sporting events, and TV programs and even enforcing acceptance by law. I appreciate the culture of acceptance and how, sometimes, that acceptance extends to those of differing numbers of chromosomes. After birth of course. I’ve dedicated my advocacy to it for the past decade.

Most parents who love our kids with enhanced chromosomes, or Down syndrome, want to show the world how much they can achieve. They can finish high school, enter college, hold a job, participate in sports, open a business, design fashions, or become a model. It’s wonderful to cheer such high achievers on, and if you follow me on social media, you will enjoy their inspiring posts.

Yet, sometimes there is pain in constantly lauding the achievements of those with Down syndrome who defy society’s low expectations of them. Many of our kids do not break barriers, they are so busy struggling to overcome the numerous physical, mental and emotional challenges they face, they can just live day to day. We are sometimes afraid to share these challenges as we fear that a mother expecting a child who has been diagnosed with Down syndrome, will read our post and choose to abort her baby. So we buck up, and cheer the others on, trying not to compare our child with the superstars on Facebook.

Christina, my daughter, celebrated her 15^th birthday yesterday. In Latino culture, the quincinera, or 15 birthday is cause for a huge celebration, akin to the Sweet 16. It begins in church, then a reception like a wedding is held with the young lady in a pink ball gown, treated like a princess. We didn’t do the quincinera for our older daughters, but when my husband wanted to rent a room in a restaurant and invite over a dozen family members for our youngest daughter with Down syndrome, I considered it and then said, “No, for Christina, just having the entire family together at her favorite meal, and singing her happy birthday is a party!”

Christina lost much of her ability to speak when autism complicated her Down syndrome at age 11. She struggles in social situations, and has no friends outside our family. In public places like restaurants, the noise and crowded conditions become a source of stress and she reacts unpredictably. Once at an important dinner, she threw a fork over her shoulder into the crowd. Another time she threw a full bottle of soda at an unsuspecting diner (he responded with humor, “You missed me!”) but I was mortified. Restaurants are no place for our family to relax and enjoy a meal!

Does the fact that sharing such stories emphasizes the challenges of raising a daughter with Down syndrome hurt our efforts to lower the tragic (75-90%) abortion rate of babies diagnosed with Down syndrome? In a culture obsessed with success, and popularity, that is most likely the case, so most times I don’t tell the entire story of raising Christina. Just the happy parts. Her older sister came home from college for her birthday, and the light in Christina’s eyes told us how happy she was to be reunited as a family for her special day. Our family has a deeper appreciation of the gift we are to each other, thanks to her.

As people of life, we must rise above our culture of death. We must teach society that life is not worth living because of what we accomplish or how many likes our photos garner on social media.  It’s about the intrinsic worth of a human being, whether they can speak or not, make friends, finish school or even ride a bike. We are valuable because we are gifts of a good God who promised me in prayer when I had an inner voice tell me my unborn child had Down syndrome, “I want you to accept this child as a gift from my hand.”

Some of the most profound lessons in my life were taught by a young lady whom the world overlooks. I am stronger, more accepting,  and have the ability to live in the moment, thanks to Christina who seldom assembles an entire sentence, yet who has loved her family with a fierce love, that can’t help spilling over into the world, making it a bit less like The Apprentice, and a lot more like the Kingdom of Heaven.