Beets

I'm loving this CSA that we are members of! (Check out our farmer's CSA here) Besides providing us with tasty, and of course, nutritious, fruits and vegetables, it seems to be providing in a different way--feeding my soul.

Last week, one of the items in our box was beets. Now, I don't know about you, but I know approximately two people who actually like beets. I'm not one of those people. I'm really not being fair, though, because I've never tasted them. That's right. Never. Yet I still will say that I don't like beets. I've actually had this fear of tasting them.

But here they were, in our CSA box. I guess, you could say, I had a few choices in how I was going to deal with these red roots. One, I could just easily throw them away, but I felt that would be a waste of our farmer's hard work. Two, I could give them away, but like I said, I only know two people who like beets, and they don't live in the Charleston area. Three, I could give the beet a chance.

I chose the third option. That meant looking online for recipes. Now here's how I feel about recipes. There are some that, no doubt, will be delicious. Others, there's definitely a risk, but hey, if someone out there says their recipe is good, it's possible that it actually might be good. You just never know. And then, there are some recipes that the first time, they actually turn out delicious, but then I try and recreate them, and well, they just aren't that good the second time around. I wondered which type of recipe I was in for.

Dealing with these beets has a similar flavor to dealing with a child who has Trisomy 18.

Can you see where my analogy is going?

I don't know that many people who actually want a child with Trisomy 18. But sometimes, just like with the beets, a person is going to get that child. That person has choices. One, throw the child away (terminate). But the way I see it, that would be a waste of The Farmer's good work. Two, give the child away (adoption). But really, how many people want a child with a disability? Three, give the child a chance.

Of course, with option number three, the parents look online, and they see that the outcome isn't guaranteed. There's definitely a risk. Some will have a child that has mosaicism, let's say, or doesn't fall on the severe side of the spectrum. Others won't be as fortunate. They will either face a miscarriage or stillbirth, or the child may not defy those grand odds. Even if the child lives, he or she may have severe problems. For those who do defy the odds, one day, everything is going well; the next, everything comes crashing down. Nothing is guaranteed.

I chose to give the beets a chance because I wanted to live adventurously. I didn't want to miss out on something that might actually be delicious. I added some juice, and Dave added some sugar. Actually, they were a sweet surprise.

I chose to keep Lily for the same reason. I wanted to live adventurously. I didn't want to miss out on something. . .delicious. . .in my life. I add lots of hope and love and patience, and Dave does the same. And occasionally, we throw in a little sugar. (Well, actually, we throw in a LOT of sugar ALL the time.)

Her life with us has been a sweet surprise.