Kelle Hampton over at Enjoying the Small Things is one of them. She is trendy adorable. A crazy, zany, free spirited gal. An even funner (and she would use that word if she wanted to) mom. She lives in a gorgeous home in Naples, Florida yet loves to wonder off to the Isles of Capri. Her husband is a handsome dude (one of her favorite words) and her father, well he is equally as handsome, yet what matters more is his writing. His words are poetic, spiritual, and inspiring. And we haven't even gotten to her two little girls yet. They are beauty queens for sure.
She captured the blogging world, in the first few days of Nella's existence here on earth. She shares simply breathtaking photos with descriptive words so beautiful they melt your heart. She quickly was making appearances on talk shows, radio events, spoke at the recent Down Syndrome Conference in Orlando. And just recently, she let us in on a little secret. She has a story in the October issue of Parenting Magazine. It has been a long time since I have read a parenting magazine. Yet, tonight I pushed the shopping cart down the magazine aisle and there it was.
So I stopped to read it. And just like Kelle, I too stood in the aisle of the store with tears streaming down my checks. I have nothing in common with Kelle really. She is ying, where I am yang. She is spontaneous, where I am strategic. She strolled NYC in red cowboy boots. I wore black flats. She loves the sand between her toes. I can't wait to wash it off. She lives in a tropical paradise. I live in the midwest rust belt. She wears bikinis to the beach. I never did. She is young, where I am...not. But we share one very common thread. One very important connection...that makes us so very. much. alike. The birth story.
So when I read her words, they were my words. Her story is so new. Mine is not new at all. We have been living with that extra chromosome for twenty one years. For two plus decades. That is a long time. Yet, when I hear someone recount those first few hours, first few days, first few weeks, I relive all the emotions like it was happening to me all over again. My heart suddenly feels heavy again. I want to reach out, yet everything seems to be going in slow motion. I silently weep as they weep.
One of Kelle's friends snapped a photo on the day of Nella's birth that is one of the best I have ever seen at capturing the moment. There lays Kelle in her hospital bed, having just recognized that her newborn baby girl carries that extra chromosome, yet no on else in the room does. It is that exact moment, that shared set of mixed emotions, that makes us soul sisters. There is no one else who understands that set of feelings. No one else can claim experience. No one but us moms who have given birth to a child with three twenty ones. A trisomy. And for that, we are so much alike. Thank you Kelle and family for sharing your story.