Pinnacles

This blog isn’t about Wil, it’s about me in relation to Wil.

And I guess all my blogs are really about that. Because I had no clue how to raise a child with Down syndrome. And I don’t think many of us do. There are parenting books, but how many of your typically-developing kids fit those molds? Throw in an extra chromosome, with inclusion being a relatively new concept, and any road map you think you have dissipates into a mirage.

Most of my learning, rather than from books, can be likened to sitting around a campfire passing the peace pipe, except we parents are sitting in lobbies of therapy centers, or school hallways sharing stories of how to navigate governmental services, available therapies, what worked for our kids, what didn’t, and most commonly what worked for our kids one day but then didn’t the next. We all laugh at that last fact, as any sure plans have the staying power of a puff on the peace pipe.

But what’s solid is the connections I have made with those who support me on this path. What’s solid is the work I have put in to the best of my ability. What’s solid are the tear stains on my cheeks from so many hard, frustrating times when nothing seemed to work and days that never seemed would end; what’s solid are triumphs that emerged. By triumph I don’t mean always grand — though they felt that way. A triumph during one period was that Wil actually climbed out from under the table for a few minutes. When you feel directionless, and have no idea which way is up, you are willing to grab on to any sliver of light and expand it any way you can. A silver lining, no matter how slim, is always celebrated when it appears.

When I brought Wil to summer camp it was like standing at the top of a mountain and sticking a flag firmly in the ground. I looked around, and though there were more mountains around us, we had summited this one. It was not just about the day, it was a pinnacle moment; a symbol of the journey thus far.

I know my part in that, I know Wil’s part in that, and I know the friends’ I leaned on part of that. I know, deep down in my heart the worth of that.

And in one shared sentence to me about Wil going to camp the flag was lowered; the worth diminished. Of everything I did to get Wil there, of everything Wil did, of the friends and connections that were part of that journey, the sentence ignored that. The sentence was also more than just words, just like Wil going to camp was more than just camp. The sentence was a pinnacle; a symbol of the journey thus far. Like if Wil was treated as a typical kid, he would have been at that spot anyway. Not one mention of the journey. Not one word of respect for the journey. Not one word of honor for what it took to get there.

Wil is not a typically-developing kid nor will he ever be. Wil has Down syndrome. He has 47 chromosomes, we have 46. That’s not going to change. It is not a negative thing, it is not to be ignored like it doesnt exist. It’s not to be fixed, it’s not to be cured. Wil needs extra help, he needs extra time, and he needs more than I was educated to give him which is why I’ve surrounded myself with very proactive parents.

We are all truly better for knowing, understanding and honoring our friends with disabilities. I know that deep in my heart. I stand firmly on that, and I honor that. One sentence can not change that, but as I said it was a pinnacle sentence so it gave me loads of clarity.

I’ve been carrying the extra baggage of the flag-lowering type of thinking for much too long. Believing time will change it. But you can’t change what you don’t want to, and the only person you can change is you.

I’m handing the baggage back. I’m grateful for the strength of carrying it gave me. It pushed me deeper into what I respect and honor. But it’s not mine to carry.

At this realization I was hard on myself for taking that long to realize how heavy the baggage of another’s is that was not mine to carry. I mean, I could have set it down at any time.

But if raising Wil has taught me anything (and this journey has taught me a lot!), I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter how long it takes to reach certain destinations; what matters is that you do the best you know now, and keep doing that until you get where you want to go. And that extra baggage — that’s up to the owner. It always was.

Now excuse me while I step out much more lightly and enjoy the view from this incredible journey I never knew I wanted, and now can’t imagine life without!