Poor Richard Dawkins! He’s a bright lad, but he just can’t help stepping in it, can he?
Now he’s gone and insulted those of us who love our sons and daughters with Down Syndrome by suggesting that we should have aborted our children. When a mother asks him what to do with her unborn baby with Down Syndrome he answered, ‘Abort it and try again. It would be immoral to bring it into the world.’
He’s catching it now like a skinny kid in a schoolyard.
I was a bit like him growing up in public school. Bright. Bookish. Lonely.
In sixth grade, I suffered from social awkwardness (getting my head pushed into lockers by a naughty eleven year old boy with a crush on me), and the school psychologist tested me. Not the boy. Apparently, I had the problem.
Dr. Hess called my parents into a conference and announced joyfully, “I have wonderful news, your daughter is a genius.” My parents were nonplussed. Mom had the perfect rejoinder, “That’s great, but tell me something. Will that make her happy?”
Good question Mom! It has made life both easier and harder. But it doesn’t make me more valuable to society unless I use it for the good of others. It’s how we use our gifts from God that makes us who we are.
Sadly in Dawkins’ case, superior intelligence has made him the social misfit I once was. I outgrew it, because God taught me something important; life is not about intelligence or superiority. It’s not about being clever or right. It’s about love.
The kind of love I experience on a daily basis is from a little girl without the high IQ I have. My daughter, Christina, has Downs Syndrome with many intellectual challenges. And you know what? It has been those very challenges that have built tremendous character in her. She is persistent to a fault, slow to speak, meditative, and highly sensitive to the feelings of others; qualities which Richard Dawkins sorely needs.
Christina doesn’t waste time, or get others upset, by pontificating on Twitter about who should live and die. She spreads joy wherever she goes and has made her mom into a better person. She inspired me to write a blog, publish a book, and go to Washington every year to defend her right to be born. She strips away my foolish pride, helps me unplug from the computer, and induces me to spend time listening to crickets on a summer evening. She also makes a delicious homemade pizza!
Maybe I’ll just ring up Richard Dawkins and invite him over for a slice.
This article is reprinted here with permission from author, Leticia Velasquez. To learn more about about guest columnist, Leticia, and her ministry/work, please visit the following: