Raising Yehuda
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Although the Almighty gives us all just what we need, sometimes it takes a good deal of soul searching to recognize His blessings. Six weeks after my wife gave birth to our son, who has Down syndrome, I am beginning to appreciate that we are the recipients of a precious gift.
This realization did not come right away. In fact, the first time I stood staring at our newborn son, as he lay in the neonatal unit surrounded by machines awaiting surgery to repair an intestinal blockage, the overwhelming feeling I had was disbelief.
This was not who we were hoping would be our fourth child; this was not the son who would grow up to be a Torah scholar. Instead, I suddenly became the father of a retarded boy who was going to be dependent on me for the rest of my life. It felt like God must have made some kind of mistake.
I woke up the next morning hoping everything was just some kind of terrible dream. "This can't really be happening…"
But it was.