I really thought I would have written a short book by now. It’s on my ‘to do’ list. Ha. I really think it should be called ‘the junk drawer list’, because it’s just like that drawer in the kitchen that catches all your stuff. You know, the bottomless crapfest you open when you’re “cleaning” in order to toss the stuff you to organize and put away (there’s just no time!)…the seeming treasures you’re not ready to throw in the trash just yet. “I still need it,” you justify to yourself. Or, “I’ll get around to it.” And eventually the drawer won’t close anymore. Or you have to shove everything down in order to get it to shut.
Yeah, that. My life is kind of like that junk drawer lately. Which isn’t bad. I mean, that drawer have some cool stuff. Ever dig around and find a gift card you forgot you had? Or a rad package of stationary? Or something your kid handmade years ago? Yup, that’s my life.
That book is still in there, too. And I’ll pull those good intentions out of the drawer soon enough. I WILL.
Liv is 10. I’m blown away by all that has happened since she was born… to me, to our family, to Olivia. FOR us. The time has gone extremely quickly, yet excruciatingly slow at times. Time has power like that; it seems to hold abilities that no other entity could dare match. A friend and I were talking about how “Time”, as compared to a person, never takes a break. Never stops or hiccups or sneezes, even. It’s an overachiever, much like that guy in your class that sits up front every day. “Weren’t we supposed to have a quiz today?” Take it easy, Time, you’re making the rest of us look bad.
Time is also that guy who shows no mercy when you need it most. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” we’ve all said. And haven’t we all wanted the world to stop spinning, if even for just a moment, to allow us to catch our breath? And when it doesn’t, we get overwhelmed. Because we to move with it. Time takes us along for the ride, whether we want to go or not. Hmmmm…kidnapper, maybe?
Time strips us of loved ones, faculties, our lives as we know them.
Then again, Time can be our best friend, our salvation. We can all relate to ‘the best of times with friends’ and ‘the passage of time helps to heal’.
Such an enigma, that Time fella.
As I reflect on the last 10 years, I’d like to offer up some things I’ve learned. Nothing earth shattering, I’m sure, but bear with me as I rummage around in this junk drawer...
I remember thinking it would be, if it ever happened. And it was, when it did. But on the contrary, having Olivia has done nothing but strengthen our family dynamic and add a bit of uniqueness and FUN.
Ignorance is tolerable. Meanness...not so much. This is a toughie for me. Probably the toughest. But effective advocacy has taught me how to respond...how to feel, even. Ultimately, if someone wants to be a jerk, that says way more about them than my daughter.
Her life and attitude are examples to me, as she learns more every day. The kid reads and is in her gen ed class. She's in ballet and tap. She's involved in theater. She’s doing things I seriously thought she’d never do. I get angry with my former self for being so ignorant and expecting so little of her. But it reminds me where my mind was then…and that many people are stuck there. I guess it makes it a little easier to forgive people.
Kids are amazing, compassionate, and inquisitive creatures. Of course, they’re sisters first, and they fight a lot. And I’m glad, because it represents a typical sibling relationship. Someone asked me just the other day if Amelia knows that Olivia has Down syndrome. Or if she understands what that means. Funny thought, but I suppose it means different things to different people. To the ignorant person I used to be, it meant the person had a sad existence and would amount to nothing. To Amelia, it’s just a term. If she hears it, she just says, “Ok, whatever.” Olivia is just her sister. That innocence is so refreshing. And let’s face it: in that regard, she’s learned far more than the typical population.
My kids deserve that. Advocating and educating for Olivia is a big part of that, but I can’t ignore my other kids' needs. Balance.
If a kid doesn’t show up to the birthday party, or if someone seemingly looks at your family in a curious way when you’re at Target…IT DOESN’T MEAN THEY ARE DOING IT BECAUSE MY KID HAS A DISABILITY. Simmer down.
To advocate and educate, speak as eloquently as possible. If you’re angry, try to keep your cool. If you want to make an impact, you have to be taken seriously. Effective Advocacy.
First steps, words, that moment she says “mama”… Nothing should be taken for granted. Feels good to realize that perspective.
She can contort her body in the weirdest of ways, and it mostly entertains us.
It's also okay to be sad. I admit, this one has stung me before. I don’t like hearing that “my 12 month old can speak fluent Spanish”. Ok, I’m exaggerating. But the point is, I just have to get over it. Child development is not a competition. Everyone’s kids are precious and doing exciting things in their own time. Shouldn't that be celebrated?! I say, brag on. And I’ll do the same.
Make it happen.
I’m just a big hippie at heart, but I think it’s important to remember that a community is strong (or weak) depending on the behavior and attitude of its citizens. Basically, uhhhh, don’t be a jerk.
No, really. I know it’s difficult for people to grasp that. But it’s true.
Remember when I said it has moved exceedingly fast yet excruciatingly slowly? Yeah, that’s true. Olivia’s birth day in 2005 was one of the most difficult days of my life. As well as her open heart surgery date. I remember wishing that time to be gone, because I knew things would get easier. I was right about that. But watching time fly by is so bittersweet.
Time to close the junk drawer; sorry for the spillage. Feels good to look around in there, though. Now, if I could only find that book…