Twenty years after my son William was born, a friend of mine found out that she was carrying a child with Down syndrome. I was so psyched that I could finally share my experience with someone close to me. It was as if I had someone with whom I could share a precious secret.
One day, when my friend was away, our school had a faculty meeting. One teacher announced that our co-worker was going to have a baby with Down syndrome. He requested that we give her support during this difficult time. I am so glad I was there to tell them that this was not a time of mourning, it was a time of celebration.
When William was born, it was a confusing time for me. In retrospect, I wasted precious time in my bewilderment. This blog is about our journey together — about how we got from February 22, 1989, to today.
The Truth about William 
You can use any Pictures you want. Glad you’re doing this. Miss you a lot. Will follow what you’re writing. Love, Mary
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