Love Doesn’t Count Chromosomes.
- Special Miracles
- May 26
- 2 min read
When my son Colton was born, the first thing the doctors counted wasn’t his fingers or his toes—it was chromosomes.
The diagnosis came quickly, wrapped in concern, delivered with sympathy. Words like "lifelong challenges,” "developmental delays," and "special needs" hung in the air like heavy clouds. And while those words may have held clinical truth, they told none of our story.
Because from the moment I held him in my arms, all I could feel was love.
And love?Love doesn’t count chromosomes.
Love doesn’t measure milestones on someone else’s timeline.It doesn’t see “less than.”It doesn’t compare.Love just shows up.It stays. It celebrates. It believes.
Colton has taught me that our value doesn’t come from perfection or speed or expectations. It comes from connection—from presence and purpose and possibility.
I didn’t need a geneticist to tell me how worthy he was.I saw it in his eyes.I heard it in his laugh.I felt it in every heartbeat that connected us from the beginning.
People sometimes ask me, “Was it hard when you found out?”And yes, there were hard moments—moments filled with fear of the unknown. But the diagnosis didn’t change who he was. It changed how I saw the world.
Now, I see through a lens of grace. I understand that love doesn’t need fixing, rushing, or explaining.
Love only needs room to grow.
So to every parent hearing the word "Down syndrome" for the first time:Pause.
Breathe.Then look into your child’s eyes—and know this…
You’ve just met someone extraordinary.And while the world may count chromosomes, you never have to.
Because love sees what truly matters, and love doesn’t count chromosomes.
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