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Independence Takes a Village with Dependent Children

I have recently gotten back in the pool (after a year 😅) thanks to our friend, Dawn, taking great care of Wil after school and honing in on his life skills learning.

While I swam Monday, Dawn’s husband came over to have a guitar jam session with Wil 🎸

When you have a dependent child, your schedule revolves around that child’s schedule. It takes a lot to find someone you fully trust, and that matches your schedule, so you and your child both can enjoy needed independence time.

Wil is my buddy, and he is so much fun! I’m thankful he’s not flying from this nest for some time to come. And yet, Wil is almost 19. He deserves someone other than mom all the time to expand his young adult life.

When I mention respite care outside of our disability circle, I receive a blank stare in response. That likely wouldn’t have been in my vocabulary either! But independence doesn’t happen without it when you have a dependent child.

When you meet someone with a dependent child, know that they most likely love having their child home, but at the same time, both parent and child need time to spread their wings, and that doesn’t happen without an extra set of loving, caring hands.

Our lives always include extras, and that extra includes extra special people with extra special hearts. 💕

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Wil is graduating; this is a hard one. Raising Wil I’ve gone through what I think of as “3 acceptances” so far:

  1. Acceptance of Ds
  2. Acceptance of new behaviors of puberty. (That was a tough one!! That truly took a village!)
  3. Acceptance of transitioning out of high school.

Wil is ready to graduate, though; he’s ready for this next step. But for me, there is so much. So, so much. All that I personally have navigated through his birth and school years. The scenery is different raising a child with a disability. It has to be because disability forces us to see life in a different way.

There are two boys, Eli & Ethan who have higher levels of autism. I love watching their reels. They are quirky and fun and frustrating. When you see them for who they are, you can’t help but fall in love and feel the shift of scenery as you tune into their lives.

I can feel Eli & Ethan’s mother’s joy when one new word emerges. I understand all of her pauses, giving her boys the time and space to speak.

Our world with disabilities is warp speed and turtle-slow processing all wrapped into one.

I’m standing here spinning, on the edge of this next level. It’s dizzying but all the same I’m thankful for the eyes to view the world from this place. ❤️

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The Amazing is in The Choice

There is no magic formula to acceptance of our friends with disabilities.

Acceptance, in its essence, is very simple.

You don’t need to be a special person. You don’t need to be born kind or compassionate or patient.
You don’t need to be energetic or inspirational.

You don’t need to be anything other than willing to open your mind to acceptance.

That’s it. You don’t need anything else. It’s simply to be or not to be.

Once you truly open your mind to acceptance, the rest will come. The new ways of thought. The adventures you never considered. The new friends you wouldn’t have known otherwise. It’s the experience, once accepted, that delivers the specialness, the kindness, the compassion, the inspiration, the energy and the patience.

But if you keep your mind closed, then you’ll never know the amazing you are missing.

Acceptance is not a natural-born talent or a skill; it’s a choice. And that choice is up to you.

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Something New

Wil and I were at the orthodontist’s office. He has a top set of braces; this appointment was about a bottom set to correct his underbite.

“As many kids with Down syndrome have a smaller upper jaw, the underbite is common,” the orthodontist said.

The commonality of an underbite in people with Down syndrome, I knew— what I didn’t know was why! I sat on a blue swivel chair next to Wil marveling at my casual lack of knowledge!

Moments after Wil was born I learned about hypotonia, as the nurse said Wil was “floppy” which is an indicator of Down syndrome. After 3 excruciatingly long days for Wil’s genetics test to prove what we already knew, I met with a geneticist. I learned all about those squiggly, little chromosomes. I learned about his stubby fingers, the space between his toes, his small nasal passages that would later cause terrifying stridrous breathing with days and nights at the hospital. I met with a cardiologist for the first year of Wil’s life and learned with relief that the little hole in his heart closed on its own. I learned about the commonality of clogged tear ducts that unclogged on their own soon after Wil’s first birthday. I learned when Wil was 6 months old he had hypothyroidism, about Wil’s tiny ear canals causing multiple infections, about his mild astigmatism and the therapies he would need and why he would need them.

I learned and learned and learned.

I continue to learn and learn and learn. What will life look like after high school? What post-high school programs are available to Wil? What job training is available to Wil? What social opportunities? What about girls? What about independence? What about college? And most importantly, what will Wil think about adulthood and how will I navigate that with him?

But on that blue swivel chair in the orthodontist’s office, I really didn’t even need to know why Wil had an underbite. I didn’t have to seek out any specialists, programs or community support. I didn’t need to create anything or join forces with others to create something. I just sat there and listened; and learned something casually new about my juice box-toting boy who is now turning into a man.

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Another Gear

I pulled up in the driveway at 7:45AM after coaching. Just as I was about to exit my car to go inside our home and check on Wil’s readiness for school, he ran outside and into the car!

He was fully dressed, complete with his hoodie, backpack and even socks (which sometimes prove challenging for him to put on) under his Crocs.

Ever since Wil chose to set his own alarm and get up and ready for school on his own a few weeks ago, he’s been gaining momentum by the day. At first I had to nudge him with a few things. Today, Wil whittled it down to zero nudges, with a bonus of him walking outside to meet me (rather than my coming in to meet him).

Last year he simply wasn’t ready for this next step. There were too many “stuck mornings.” But in true “Wil fashion,” when he’s ready the next step turns quickly into a leap. It’s like what was once stuck is now a well-oiled locomotive that quickly gains forward momentum.

I’ve learned over the years to take Wil’s milestones a day at a time. To not look too far ahead; and yet to keep trying and never give up. Because over and again his readiness builds ever so silently under the surface, and when it emerges for us all to see, it’s like BAM! Here we go!

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Heavy and Light

Wil loves riding his recumbent bike around our property. The challenge is I can’t fully trust he won’t go out to the road. And it’s a busy road.

I was talking to fellow mother yesterday. Her 16-year-old son, who also has Ds, is in summer speech and occupational therapy with Wil. As much as her son loves swimming, she will never have a pool. For the same reason I need to check in on Wil on his bike. She can’t fully trust he won’t go in the pool unsupervised.

Our children are teenagers. They know they are teenagers, their bodies tell them they are teenagers, and they desire the independence of teenagers. And as a parent that has raised 3 babies to teenage-hood, I enjoy a certain measure of independence too.

Last night, Matt and I were enjoying relaxing together after dinner. Wil wanted nothing to do with relaxing. He went outside to ride, and sure enough when I went to check on him he was getting close to the road. He was likely trying to make the biggest circle around our yard that he could, but again, I can’t be fully sure.

Even at 15 years old, he requires an extra level of supervision. And possibly, or possibly not, for many more years to come. With Wil one thing is certain — I won’t know until I know. (If you are a neurotic planner like me, a child w Ds is your best cure! 😂)

Many of my friends are becoming empty nesters. Matt and I may or may not be. I knew this uncertainty would be a reality when Wil was born, but now that the reality is closer, its an interesting feeling of limbo to be in.

I love my life with Wil. He is so fun to be with. We sing in our off-key voices at the top of our lungs. He still surprises me with new milestones, and huge bear-hugs that now knock me over as he’s grown. I’m thankful to fully share in his youthful exuberance.

But I also have a child that may never fully grasp the risks of certain fundamental independences into adulthood. The fullness of that can feel very heavy at times.

And yet, when life feels heavy, it’s being in Wil’s presence that purely and fully lightens the load.

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Its Not Real…Until It Is

I would say this situation is hardest on Wil. He doesn’t understand as much as I’ve explained it. I’ve heard the response, “I don’t understand, either,” which I respect and appreciate. But Wil doesn’t understand what a virus is. We do know what a virus is, even not knowing all the details of this particular one.

In many ways, I’ve related this extended experience to living with Wil as an adult, should he decide to live at home. I’m the one he leans on, I’m the one he has to talk to, I’m the one to motivate his reading/speech/motor skills, and nearly 100% of his way to get to places. Many of his typical peers, in the coming years, won’t need this help and will be knee deep in their own lives. The importance of Wil making friends with those of his abilities is becoming more apparent and essential. I’ve had parents of adults with Down syndrome tell me of the limited opportunities and activities for their kids. They are their kids’ anchors and a great part of their entertainment and continuation of learning skills. I used to think, “Well, there has to be more out there for our kids.” I heard their words, but couldn’t grasp the full meaning of what they meant. While I can’t yet see through the same lens as they do, as Wil gets older I’m grasping more of what they were telling me. I’m feeling it more than just hearing the words. Please don’t misunderstand, none of us would trade this life. We love our chromosome-enhanced life. What I’m getting at is it’s a new reality for us that we have few examples of. Our kids mature and the divide grows between the typical world and our Down syndrome world.

I’ve heard the response, “No one knows what the future holds.” I appreciate respect that answer. But there are situations we grasp even if we don’t have all the details, and situations we don’t grasp simply for the reason we have nothing to relate it to.

Just because we think we understand, doesn’t mean we do…until we can feel it for ourselves. Then it becomes real.106199062_10223431683721660_3233359678270749978_n.jpg