Special needs parenting or nauseating roller coaster ride?

11 Oct

I wanted to write something for the people who may have babies and are just beginning to fall, head first, into this world of special needs parenting.

If you are like me, you are most definitely feeling the bounds of gravity as you plunge down screaming towards an end, a ground that seems impossibly far away. You’re racing towards a bottom that you cannot see, you cannot feel, and you believe you may never reach the end.

Let me assure you that you will.

Oh yes.

That end, that bottom, that ground is there.

BAM!! CRASH!! BANG!!

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Or maybe you’ll land a bit more softly.

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Or maybe you’ll even receive a warning prior to landing.

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(Where was this sign when I was approaching?)

There will be a moment, a second, an hour, a day, a week, a month… I cannot say how it will happen for you…where everything will begin to smooth out. It will begin to even out. You will start to once again feel comfortable in your own skin again.

Or you will smack your face on a rock buried in the mud at the bottom.

This was me.

For me it happened in an instant.

A head jarring, face slamming, body crunching SMACK onto the bottom.

I cruised along downward in misery, in self-pity, in blame, regret, remorse, grief, sorrow…for years before a light bulb went off in my head like a giant flashing beacon begging me to notice it. It had been there all along. Drawing me down. Steadily building momentum and pummeling towards the forefront of my brain waiting for the right moment to come out and slam me into that pit.

Hello?!! Here is your awakening! Here is the answer that you’ve been waiting for!

THIS, MY FRIEND, IS THE END.

STOP FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF! STOP FEELING SORRY FOR HER!
SHE IS WHO SHE IS.
NO MORE.
NO LESS.
JUST BELIEVE IN HER.

And that was it. That was all I needed to “get over” the sadness. I was able to move on at that point.

All of the self hatred, self pity, sadness…it all just went away.

It seems pretty simple.

Looking back at it, it seems like someone along the way should have just told me that. They should have been able to say “just get over it”. “Just accept her.”

In truth… they did.
Lots of people did.

But hearing the words with my ears and believing them in my heart are two totally different concepts. I heard lots of people telling me how to go about moving on from this thing that had happened to me.

I heard lots of people tell me how they had dealt with something similar. How they had moved on from it.
I listened and listened. I prayed. I pleaded. I just did not feel it.

Until I did.

Until I understood with all of my heart that this was really not something that had happened to ME.
Until I threw away all of my expectations and just expected her to be the very best that she could be.

Which may not make sense to you at all, but it makes perfect sense to me.

How can I not have expectations for my child?

This is how.

I expect nothing at all of her and I also expect everything.
I expect that she will do everything, nothing at all like anybody else in the world.
I expect that she will do nothing but everything that she can do.
I expect that she will do and be who she is and I love her for that.

It’s just a different perspective. A different way of viewing life and the world in general.

Before she was born I had all of these dreams, all of these visions, of how we would be, how we would exist in the world as mother and daughter.

After she was born I mourned the loss of THOSE dreams.

I didn’t realize that I could come up with NEW dreams.

I didn’t know that I was able to re-create this new life however I wanted to.

I didn’t know what a blessing and a gift Oli truly was to me.

Once I began to realize all of these things my whole life began to change.

I wouldn’t want it any other way now.

So.

If you’re just beginning this terribly bumpy, painful, twisting, and nauseating roller coaster ride of special needs parenting I want you to know, it gets better.

I promise you. It gets better.

You may have to be patient. You may have to hang on, white knuckling your life for a little while before it does. But it gets easier.

People used to tell me “time heals all” and I thought they were full of B.S.
I never thought that it would get easier for me.

You know what?

I was wrong.

It did get better and it continues to get better all the time.

I just have to leave those expectations and pre-conceived notions of how I THINK it should be, at the door.
I just have to live my life loving my Oli however she is.

Or…

Maybe it will be totally and completely different for you.
Maybe you’ll be given a diagnosis and be fine with it from the start.
I’m not trying to speak for the whole world here. I’m just trying to give someone else hope that if they’re feeling like I felt in the beginning, it will get better.
Besides…what do I know?
Some days I’m still trying to figure this whole thing out.

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2 Responses to “Special needs parenting or nauseating roller coaster ride?”

  1. purplepincushion October 11, 2013 at 10:38 pm #

    Some days I find that I just have to throw myself on the ground and get it out of my system. Without even realizing it or meaning to, those horrible expectations or thoughts of the way things “should” be or are “supposed” to be creep up on me and the only way to deal with them is to purge them from my system in a release of grief, frustration, anger or what ever the case may be. Then, once my inner dust clears, I can get up off the ground and find the joy and blessing in my life and my daughter’s life again. She is too much of a blessing to spend my time wallowing in the mud when we have mountains to climb and stars to reach for together.

  2. ksbeth October 14, 2013 at 2:58 am #

    amazing post )

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