Tree Wil and Glitter Christie

The past fall, I struggled with the thought of never truly being an empty nester. My thoughts were a twisted, tangled jumble of yarn – strands of prickly burlap wound tight around strands of brilliant, transparent glitter.

The brilliant strands of glitter represent Wil’s near constant song. Nearly every event calls for a song — when he’s playing, in the shower, in the car, or outside for a walk; anything and everything is inspiration for music. The brilliant strands of glitter also represent Wil’s ever-creative and impromptu silliness. Just yesterday Wil grabbed a branch, held it up and said, “Look Mom! I’m Tree Wil.” And we both broke up into giggles. I can count thousands of such impromptu acts over the years. There is nothing too small for Wil to make big of. He could make a brown paper bag fun—and has, many times! The brilliant strands of glitter also represent Wil’s ever-expanding growth, independence and self-advocacy. Each year he reveals to us more and more of what his true abilities are.

And yet, even at Wil’s highest levels of self-advocacy and independence, he will always be vulnerable. He will always need some level of care beyond his own. When thoughts of Wil’s vulnerability overwhelm me, the prickly strands of burlap sprout and wrap themselves tightly around the brilliant glittery strands, shrouding their luminescence and razzle-dazzle, weighing them down like a heavy, clingy, weedy vine.

It is the burlap strands I’m stuck in when I envy my empty-nesting friends their freedoms. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy for them – I thrill at listening to their planned or dreamed of future adventures. It is the sense of freedom that lay before them that I envy. I envy that for them this is the natural order of things – that this type of freedom is expected.

For our family, a lot more is to be considered — Wil’s care must always be considered. He can’t be left alone for extended periods so we are always aligning schedules. Vacations must be made that suit his needs. If a situation is loud and very crowded, Wil may refuse to go in. If Matt and I chose to go out on our own, who would care for Wil while we were gone?

I also felt the same when people talked about not wanting to live past a certain age. One night after a sporting event, Matt and I went out to dinner with only 2 friends that I knew and the rest were acquaintences of Matt’s. We were all spread out down a long, rectangular table. A man about my age and his girlfriend were seated directly across from me. During the course of conversation the man said, “Well, I don’t want to live past 80.” I then asked him why that was so. His reasoning, as you would expect, concerned his own abilities. I then asked him, “What if you had a child with a disability that relied on you? Would that change your mind?” He stared blankly at me.

We only see what we know. But there is so much more to see than what we know.

This past fall, I was seeing things just as that man across the dinner table. A tightly woven, blocked perspective.

If my mind stays stuck on certain freedoms that I don’t have, how will I open my mind to see all the freedoms that I do have? And all the freedoms available that I don’t yet see.

Wil continues to grow and expand in his maturity because he sees beyond a finish line to growth that many of us draw for ourselves. Wil’s creativity and spontaneity knows no bounds for the same reason. At one point, we stopped seeing branches that could be created to form Tree Wil. In fact, now many of us walk past branches that we don’t see at all.

There are so many things that I do not see! And Wil reveals that to me every day, many times a day. So why can I not unravel the heavy, clingy prickly parts of my own life and instead view them in a new light? Why not let the brilliant, glittery strands elevate my perspective?

Why, because my life may look different than another’s, can I not shine light on a whole new natural order of things? Why must my natural order match another’s?

What I see – and more importantly what I don’t allow myself to see – are the only blocks to my very own freedom no matter where I go, or don’t go.

Signed,

Tree Wil and Glitter Christie