I didn’t have the urge to take my son and leave. Oddly enough, I felt ok, not great, not sad, but just ok.
Our son is nonverbal, continuously tube-fed, has severe hearing loss and wears aids, and a very low muscle tone which means that he cannot sit alone, stand, or walk.
He’s also stubborn, funny, very affectionate, and extremely charming. He loves kisses, books, and his iPad.
And when he gets excited or is content he can be very vocal and flails his arms and legs all over which can be confusing to people who don’t know him.
I can’t tell you how many times we go to an event and all I want to do is retreat to the safety of our home.
Away from the stares, ignorant comments, and small twinges of sadness knocking on my heart waiting for me to release them all.
I spend time looking at other children and wondering what life would be like if our child was typical.
I watch kids his age run around while we lay on the ground together as a passerby asks how old he is, and then when I say “four” I watch their face change to pity.
I watch their face drop as they have no idea what else to say to us.
Somedays I just don’t want to do it. I don’t want to feel alone in a room full of people. Have you ever felt that way?
There can be people all around me but yet I feel alone because the majority of everyone surrounding me simply doesn’t understand our life.
They don’t know what it’s like to have a child with a complex medical condition who has severe developmental disabilities.
Our day to day life is anything but typical. So, sometimes it’s easier for me to just NOT participate.
I don’t want the whispers behind our back or the blatant stares. I don’t have to face any of that if we just stay home.
But as I sat with our son enjoying the laughter at the pool while he happily watched his iPad in the breeze something occurred to me.
There was nowhere else he would have rather been. He kept looking up at me with his sparkling eyes as if to tell me he was enjoying himself and was thrilled to be there.
His little legs were going crazy. He was happy. He had two of his favorite things; his mom and his iPad. And as much as I would have loved to be the mom in the pool with a glass of wine, I wasn’t.
As much as I would give to have him jumping off of the side of the pool, he wasn’t. I would love to take this all away from him and make his life easier, but I can’t.
I realized then that longing for the life I dreamed of is futile. My life is happening right now. Our lives are now.
I was sitting, alone, on the sidelines with our son. We were sitting together. We weren’t alone.
And at that moment, there was no where else I would have rather been.