RISE UP TUESDAY!
No label placed upon us is ever as black and white as it may seem.
RISE UP MONDAY!
Have you ever watched a song sung to sign language? It’s a beautiful sight.
RISE UP FRIDAY!
Challenge someone to an ice scraper duel. Cold seasons are won in moments of fun.
RISE UP THURSDAY!
Take rest and time to reflect.
RISE UP WEDNESDAY!
There are many bright stories to be told from each one of our chapters.
RISE UP TUESDAY!
Smiles make an impact.
Yesterday afternoon, our family went to the University of Michigan Women’s basketball game at the Crisler Center. Elizabeth received season tickets from attending one of their basketball camps, and as our family had a free Sunday afternoon, we decided to all go together.
Knowing Wil can have a challenging time in large places with loud noises, I packed his noise-cancelling headphones and explained to him where we were going. He’s been to Crisler Arena before, but it has been some time. Just the night before this basketball game, our family was at Elizabeth’s soccer game at WideWorld in Ann Arbor. It certainly is no Crisler Center, but it is large and noisy and Wil did remarkably well. Even my friends who know Wil and his aversion to loud noises, commented on how content he was. This gave me some hopes that he may be outgrowing his aversion to loud noises.
Regardless, I packed his noise-cancelling headphones and we talked about cheering on the team. He picked out a Michigan shirt his sister had given him, and packed up a few toys and happily got in the car.
When we arrived, Wil did just fine in the lobby. We stopped at the fountain and he asked for a few pennies to toss and make a wish. We looked around for a bit, then we all decided to file into the arena to pick our seats. As Matt, Katherine, Elizabeth, Wil and I all began walking into the arena amongst the crowds of people, Wil stopped and asked for his noise-cancelling headphones. I stopped with him to put them on, then looked up to find no sign of Matt and the girls. Wil and I walked further in to find them, then the band started to play and Wil immediately sat down on the spot, hands over his headphones. People walked around us and I put my arms under his armpits to lift him up. We walked back out into the lobby area and I texted Matt to see where he and the girls were. Matt said stay where we were and they would come out to find us. When they did, we all filed back into the arena.
Again, as soon as we entered he sat down on the ground unmoving. Right where Wil sat in the aisle, was an area for handicapped seating. There were folding chairs leaning up against the metal railing and Matt suggested finding someone who worked there to see if we could set them up and sit right here. I looked around and saw a woman with a badge just outside the arena in the lobby. I told Matt I was going to take Wil with me and ask her. With all the people around, he must not have heard me but at the time I didn’t know that and Wil and I made our way over to the woman. She didn’t speak English well and thought I wanted a light saber they were handing out and started to walk off and get one. “No, no, I would like to sit in the handicapped area with my son and family.” I pointed toward the folding chairs leaning against the railing. “Would that be ok?” She nodded, and we walked over to the chairs. Wil again sat down on the floor when we got back into the arena. The woman kindly asked how many chairs and I replied that we needed five. Once she set them up, she left and I again put both arms under Wil’s armpits and tried to lift him to a chair. He was getting very upset and would not move. A man and his 2 girls came and sat on 3 of the set up chairs! I was so upset, but I was struggling to get Wil off the ground and knew if I left him for even one second to go over and address the man that Wil would be gone amongst the sea of people instantly. I only got Wil up when I promised him we’d go back to the lobby.
Once in the lobby I again texted Matt. He came over and I said not so nicely, “Don’t leave me alone again!” He apologized, and said he didn’t realize I saw someone who worked there and he was trying to find someone himself. “Hey,” he said calmly, “let’s just go to another handicapped area.” So off we went, found another area that wasn’t being used, and set up the chairs ourselves. We got Wil settled in a chair, which was a struggle, and I asked Matt to get him a drink from the concessions or stay with him and I would. I knew that would calm him down. Matt said he would go, and as soon as he came back with the drink, Wil was happy to receive the distraction. I put my arm around Wil and he leaned into me and I could feel him relax.
I felt for the girls, as they wanted to sit down and watch the game, but we were back and forth, in and out of the arena, trying to find a solution for Wil. But, still they understand. As soon as we sat down Elizabeth offered for Wil to sit in her lap. He declined, and she said if he changes his mind, she is right there for him.
The game started, Wil had his drink, and we all began to cheer on the team, except for Katherine, who is a Michigan State fan, as am I. But, the Women’s UM coach and much of her staff workout where I work, and they are amazing people. So I cheer for them. A young man selling snow cones was walking around and I told Katherine I would buy her a green snow cone. That would be her rebellion. She smiled and agreed. I gave her a wink.
A few rows in front of us, some of Wil’s friends from school spied us, one of which is the daughter of Wil’s former teacher. They all came up to see Wil, and during one of the breaks they all danced together to the music. The loud noises that bothered Wil so much earlier, he was now dancing to with his friends. Wil’s friend, Sarah, sat down next to Wil for the last half of the game and shared her french fries with him. Now that is a true friend 🙂
There were plenty of witnesses as I tried to lift Wil from the ground in our earlier trial to find a seat. Much later in the game, when everyone was having a good time, and I was sitting next to Wil and his friend Sarah munching on their french fries, my mind wandered to what those witnesses thought. Not in a judgmental way, but in a curious way. I wonder, does this raise any type of awareness in their minds? A new compassion? Or do they feel sorry for Wil. Or even for me? Or maybe they have a child, a sister, an aunt, a friend with Down syndrome and they are like, Oh, I know right where you are!
I share these stories because it is hard. I’m not here to say it’s not. I figure a lot of this out as I go. I make mistakes, sometimes I hit the jackpot, and mostly I learn each time, and we move forward from there. A lot of it is unpredictable. Some days are WideWorld Soccer days where it’s all content and good and the stars line up. Some days are Crisler Arena days where it’s a struggle just to take a seat. As Elizabeth is fond of saying, we have good days, bad days, in-between days and Wil days. It’s just part of life.
But I surely don’t ever want anyone to feel sorry for Wil, or even for myself. The hard parts have a way of highlighting the good. It makes the green on the snow cone meaningful to see the smile on Katherine’s face after the trial it was just to sit down. I feel the power of the patience extended, to be witness to Elizabeth ask Wil to sit on her lap. I feel the joy of the friends who come up to greet Wil and cheer him up by having him dance to the music that moments before was so bothering him. I know the value of communication between Matt and myself. I feel the gentle compassion of a friend who sits next to Wil, knowing he would feel much more comfortable with her there, and shares her french fries.