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. 💕
Wil had a very hard morning. He would not get out of bed. Would not budge. Usually I tickle his feet. He laughs, sits up and says, “Hug Mom!”
He loves high school so even if he’s tired he is typically happy to get up and go. This morning was a throw back from the middle school years when hormones were running high and he had feelings he could not process or communicate at the time which lead to many new behaviors. But we emerged from that time; even if he has a slow start now, he can talk to me and work through it on school mornings.
I racked my brain as to the causes of his demeanor. My guess is a cold is brewing within him as I’m sick, plus he had Social Group Wed night and Music Therapy last night; he’s probably just plain tired.
As he laid in bed, he grew increasingly upset with himself for not moving, which ironically kept him in the “feeling stuck” loop. A wise special education teacher, Mrs. Hancock, shared with me that on these situations it’s about responding not compliance. I thought Matt, being a fresh person in the scenario, would help break him of this stuck loop.
I called my husband Matt at work on speaker phone. Wil shared with Matt that he was “upset.” I felt my heart jump up and cut through my stress with elation. For Wil to share his emotions in his current emotional state was a very important advance. After talking to Matt, Wil was able to unwind whatever was wound inside him and turn it around.
Wil started to get dressed but was still teary. I asked if he needed a hug. He gave me a tight one then I felt him loosen up. I knew then that he would be okay. I texted his teacher to let him know the situation and Wil may needed a calmer start to his day. I’m thankful he begins each school day in the life skills room rather than gen ed so he can go his pace to start and then gain momentum for choir, PE and art.
Our friend, Kate, had previously offered to drive Wil to school that morning, so again a fresh person always helps Wil’s demeanor and he adores Kate. When she walked in the door, she said she had his favorite songs ready to go in the car. Music to his ears (and mine)!
I was very rushed at that point — I hadn’t even brushed my teeth yet as I’d been trying to motivate and give Wil the time and space he needed for the last 30 minutes. I quickly made him his breakfast request to go — 2 turkey dogs with peppers, mustard and relish.
After he’d been in school for about 2 hours, I received a text from Jessica, whom I work with as a paraprofessional, forwarded a picture taken by Ashley who is working in his classroom. Seeing Wil smile big with his classmate buddies made me 🥹🥹🥹.
This morning was very hard, but as Mr. Rogers wisely said, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” ❤️
In embracing our vulnerable population we embrace our own vulnerabilities.
We crave Love. Love is the base of all things. Love is survival. We crave, live and breathe for Love.
In embracing individuals that we previously misconceived as having lesser value, we find in fact their value is greater than ours as theirs is the truth-pathway to LOVE. In embracing those we do not fully understand; we must find within ourselves a deep patience and seek to view life in new and fresh way. It is in this way we find Love — a love deeper than we knew existed. A love that touches and speaks of God. We feel God and His Presence even if we are not religious; even if we are non-believers. Whatever we believe, we cannot deny what we feel. We call it Love. And yet it matters not what we call it. It only matters that we FEEL it.
Once we are touched by that feeling, we crave more. This Love lifts us, lights a fire within us. We find it hard to believe it was something we closed ourselves to. But we did not know we were living behind a closed door until our child with a disability; or our experience with individuals with disabilities opened the door for us. The blast of fresh air is what alerts us once we open our minds. It blasts us with a gust, not unlike a hurricane; it forces us out of our closed mind so far that we can never go back. We never want to go back. In fact all we want to do now is pound on closed doors in our desire that those behind the closed doors know this Love.
We see the fear, and know the difficulty to get past that fear. But once you feel the blast of fresh air in your face you cannot but want more of it, and want more of it for others. And so you advocate for your child, but it is so much more than equal rights and acceptance. It is a Love, a Love for all that lays hidden. A Love that is locked away inside of us. We are scared of it’s immensity. But in the fight for your child you release it. You must, for their sake more than yours. And you find in this unlocking a Love greater than you ever knew existed but it does exist in immensity all around you. And when you breathe it in fully it grows and grows and grows. There is no end to it, and though it is bigger than you could ever conceive, even a small slice of it breathes new life into. You cry in the sheer love that you feel. And you know you can never run out of that love because it is always there, it is bigger than anything your mind can conceive.
You must re-open yourself to this Love every day. Recharge yourself with it. When the doors start to shut due to habit or other’s actions — your child opens the door for you with a kiss on the cheek, a simple gesture, or a silliness. And when you try to describe this type of grand simplicity that has the power to open a door, those behind closed doors see only the simplicity of the gesture, as they have not opened themselves to the grandness. They refuse to open the door to this Love, staying in a sheltered space they know. Fully unaware that the immensity of Love is available to them if they only unlock the door. But when we don’t know, and what we only know is behind the door there is great security in that. There is great control in that. And we think we are thriving when really we are not. We have created a life that feels good behind the closed door. Even when it doesn’t feel good, it is what we know — how terrifying to go outside of what we know.
When we spend time to truly know and understand our vulnerable population, oh, what LOVE. It is open, it is free. Our children never tire of opening the door; it is their nature. It is on us to open ourselves to them.
You will know when you feel the Love. This Love is yours, it is all of ours. It is in endless supply. Let us circulate it. Let us ventilate closed doors. Let us embrace our vulnerable population.
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.
At the airport yesterday, Wil was struggling a bit with some young children crying.
As a Starbucks was nearby, I asked Elizabeth to walk him over there while I stayed with our carry-on luggage (as Katherine was in another shop).
Wil was reluctant at Starbucks too, so Elizabeth walked him back to sit with me. She then walked back to Starbucks to get herself something to drink. A woman walked up to Elizabeth while she waited in line for her drink. The woman said she observed Elizabeth with her brother, and expressed her admiration at Elizabeth’s mature patience and how she talked to Wil. Then the woman said, God Bless, and walked away.
Elizabeth was surprised, yet pleased, by this. She was just being a sister to Wil as she always is (and Katherine has this same mature patience with Wil, as well), and didn’t see her actions as anything different than normal behavior.
In Elizabeth’s everyday life, she lifted the spirits of another, and she was uplifted in return.
I’m proud of Elizabeth (always), and also proud of the woman who had the courage to step up and acknowledge Elizabeth.
When Wil was born, I wondered on his differences. How would they separate him from making friends? How would his differences separate him from living a full life? What I didn’t know was Wil’s differences would become woven so deeply into our daily lives that they would be our norm.
One example is Wil’s dancing. When the mood strikes, Wil busts a move down the aisles of Target, Busch’s or Meijer. Wil gets jazzed going shopping with his sisters, because there are mirrors hanging everywhere to dance in front of.
Chopping vegetables with me for dinner is always a hip wiggling activity for Wil, and a car ride another opportunity to belt a tune out the window.
Wil’s had the music in him for so long, it’s ingrained in our lives. I forget that not everyone dances whenever the mood strikes, or bounces to the beat in their car seat, until a stranger gives Wil a smile as he rocks out to his own tune. I smile inwardly to myself, as I smile outwardly back to the stranger, how one-dimensionally I once viewed what differences meant.
Wil’s dear friend, Sarah, is a ballerina. Sarah is graceful in every sense of the word. She is tall and lithe, and practically floats on air when she walks. Wil has low muscle tone so he lands flat-footed with a slight side-to-side gait. I love watching the two friends walk together, because they could not carry themselves more differently. Sarah, however, always makes a point to walk at Wil’s speed, and when he talks, she leans over so they are eye-to-eye. Then, I can almost predict at some point during their conversation, Sarah will throw her head back laughing at something Wil shared with her. And they always find time to share a dance. It’s been that way since preschool.
On Wil’s 14th birthday, Sarah wrote in a beautifully-crafted handmade card to him:
“I am so lucky to know you. You are so amazing and always make me laugh. Goodness, you’ve gotta be the funniest person on this Earth! Your laugh is so contagious. I always have fun walking around with you and talking about lots of things. Hope you have the best birthday bud!”
As I read Sarah’s words, my eyes welled with tears. I now wonder, these 14 years later, how on earth did the differences I once so worried on become a true blessing? That this life, that such friends, have woven themselves into the dance of our lives as our norm.
At one time differences stopped me in my tracks. Now, all I see are blessings in the dance.
'WIL'ingness = Willing to Embrace Extra in Life 