Turning it Off?

I've been thinking a lot about this article that's been making its rounds on Facebook and on the internet:  http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2013/07/130717132330.htm

If you don't have the time to read it, here's one of the first sentences:  "the underlying genetic defect responsible for Down syndrome can be suppressed in cells in culture (in vitro)."  On my run this morning, I thought a lot about what this would mean.  Is it something that I, or our culture, would want?  Before I had you, the answer would have been an emphatic "yes."  Who wouldn't want their kid to have everything the world would give them?  Who would want for their child to be discriminated against or denied opportunities because of the way s/he is born?  

Sometimes I still feel this way.  When I see how you're working really hard to make the "h" sound and kids half your age are talking relatively proficiently, I wish I could "turn it off."  When I see other kids taking toys from you or literally stepping all over you, I wish I could "turn it off."  When I call a preschool and have them tell me that they are "not sure" they could "handle" someone with Down Syndrome, I wish to God I could "turn it off."  I hate that you will have these challenges in life.

And yet, what I did not know before I had you is the thing everyone who has kids with DS talks about.  Now I don't quite believe that they are "angels" (you can be a pain in the butt!) or that they are "magical," but you do have a different, pretty awesome way of looking at the world.  While other kids your age engage in histrionics (sorry- tantrums) or fight to get their way, you look at them, tilt your head, and take it all in.  You have about five teeth coming in right now, but you still play, laugh, and thoroughly enjoy Harry the Bunny.  Those of you who have kids with DS should check this out, by the way.  Jules just adores it:


We just got back from our big family vacation in NYC, and your responses were so interesting.  Instead of being afraid on the subway or on the streets, you waved at everyone and even reached out to feel people on the subway (we called you the "subway groper").  You have such pure, unadulterated joy when you get to swing in a park.  Here you are in a park in Montclair, NJ:

And my favorite thing was the way you were fascinated by the patterns on the concrete.  This is something I would never have thought to look at.  And then there is the way you make friends with everyone.  This is you at the airport in Charleston, before we even left.  Most 2-year-olds would have been clinging to mom and dad, but you went and befriended every kid in the place:

And so here's my question.  Would you be the same person without the DS?  Maybe this is just who you are, but maybe that extra chromosome is part of what makes you you.  Maybe it's part of who God wanted you to be.  It makes me think about the fact that, when I was a teenager, I was super self-conscious of a mole I have under my nose.  Kids picked on me about it, making the predicable remarks about it being a "booger," and even people in church told me to "blow my nose."  I wanted the darn thing gone and shed many a tear over it.
Now, I see it as part of me, part of the person God meant me to be.
On a more profound (perhaps) note, I have struggled with anxiety my entire life.  I'm convinced that it's just my chemical makeup, the way I'm made.  But getting rid of the anxiety altogether might have changed the person I am, like in those cheesy movies like Groundhog Day where one choice changes the entire outcome of events.
So I guess the way I see it is that the stupid mole, my anxiety disorder, and even something as big as Down Syndrome are God's choices.  They are the way God made us, and He made us that way for a reason.  Maybe you would be the same person without the DS, but chances are you would not.
Maybe you would be picked on less, ostracized less, welcomed with open arms into any preschool.
While I do want that for you--I always want the very best for you--, I wouldn't want it at the expense of the really interesting person you are becoming.  And while I never want you to struggle--no parent does--the struggles are part of what makes us who we are.
So I'm a bit wary about this kind of research that "promises" to get rid of this "defect" in vitro.  Maybe, in the future, we can get rid of unsightly moles or even depression and anxiety, but then what would we have?  We would have a generation of people who are "perfect":  perfectly flat.  And I'm convinced that this is not why God put us on this earth.  God put us here so we can enjoy each other, our differences, learn empathy from people with mental illness or cognitive disabilities...or just people who look and act "differently."  If the essence of being human means messing up, making mistakes, or just being imperfect, what would be the implication of "fixing" everything?