Thursday, September 22, 2016

Who do you see?


Who do you see?

 When we’re in the store and I’m pushing my child in a wheelchair and pulling a grocery cart behind me, who do you see?

-Do you see a child with a disability and think quietly to yourself, “I wonder what’s wrong with her.” 
-Do you see a child, in a wheelchair, who doesn’t walk or talk and think quietly to yourself, “Why does she have her in the store? Wouldn’t she be able to get more done if she left her with someone?”
-Do you see a tired Mom who just wants to her child to be as normal as possible so she pushes through and does what she has to, to include her in anything she can tolerate?

Chances are you’ve thought the first or second one before you thought the third one. Chances are you saw the wheelchair. Chances are you saw the disability. Chances are you saw the bib and slobber.

Chances are you did NOT see the child. You did NOT see the sweet spirt. You did NOT see the excitement when she realized she was going to get to go somewhere besides a Doctor’s appointment or the E.R. 

Chances are you did NOT see the 12-year-old who knows what she wants but can’t express herself. 

Chances you did NOT see the sweet, tender heart of a child who absolutely adores other people and loves to be noticed and talked to.

Who do you see?

 When we’re in a restaurant and my child is in a wheelchair and chewing on her fingers and slobbering all over her bib? When my 12-year-old child is being fed by her parents? When my child is too tired to eat by mouth so we pull out the needed supplies, from her baby diaper bag, to tube feed her?

-Do you see a child with a disability and think quietly to yourself, “I wonder what’s wrong with her.” 

-Do you see a child, in a wheelchair, who doesn’t eat on her own and think quietly to yourself, “Why did they bring her to a restaurant if she can’t eat “normal”? I don’t want to watch her tube feed that girl.” (I’ve actually had people get up and move to another table after seeing us tube feed)

-Do you see a Mommy and Daddy who just their child to be as normal as possible and want to include her in their life and today she was actually having a good day and could tolerate the day out so they took advantage of it? A Mommy and Daddy who finally gave in to a feeding tube, even though she loves to eat by mouth, because some days she’s just too exhausted to eat and can’t maintain enough calories to survive without the feeding tube. 

No, you didn’t see all the good qualities of my child. You didn’t see because you allowed the wheelchair, disability, the bib, the drool, the “baby” diaper bag, and the feeding tube to distract your view. She couldn’t walk and talk and say something cute and couldn’t pick out her favorite food or outfit or toy. She couldn’t say “hi” to you so you just walked on by and stared. And you in doing so, you’re teaching your children to do the same. 

If you knew my child, whose name is Elisabeth, you would know she would have loved for you to speak to her. She would have loved for you to notice her. To see her. To SEE her. To see HER. To not just walk in a room and ignore her. 

We love people. We love company. And I can tell you there’s people we have known for years, even some family members, who will walk into my house and walk right past Elisabeth and not even look at her, let alone speak to her. Can I tell you how that makes me feel? How would you feel if your child was ignored? How would you feel if your child came home from school and told you that someone was being mean to them? Or someone ignored them when they tried to be their friend? Why should my child be any different? She speaks with her eyes and listens by seeing your reaction. She smiles big ever time she’s around other children. She loves them! And I can tell you there’s children who will do the same to her as some adults do; they walk right past her and do not speak. They don’t mind coming to birthday parties and having fun and taking home goodie bags but do not speak a word to Elisabeth. That is a hurt that cuts right to a Mama’s heart. 

And then I can tell you about the people in our lives who are so very compassionate with Elisabeth. The people who speak to her without fail, every. singel. time. they see her. The people who teach their children to speak to her and to have that same compassion for her. The people who will look at her and ask questions instead of staring wondering what's "wrong" with her. The people who understand this Mama and Daddy's heart when they need to vent. The people who are there for us through every sickness, dr. appt., and hospital stay. The people who understand our chaotic life and understand that sometimes we just can't make it to the party or event they invited us to because maybe it's at a beach that doesn't have shade and heat is a seizure trigger. The people who understand she's immune compromised and won't come around her when they're sick. If you only knew how much special needs parents need "those people" in their life and on their side. If only ...
I encourage you to look for the positive. Don’t be so quick to see a disability. Look for the smile. Look for the love deep down. Learn about special needs. Have compassion for everyone but especially special needs. Teach your children to be compassionate for special needs.
My child matters, too.
 
 #teamelisabeth #specialneeds #speciallife #lovematters

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

All the back-to-school talk and pictures ... bitter-sweet. My child still hasn't started her home-bound schooling because, well, that's just the way the system handles the disabled home-bound schooled children. But then again, they didn't even know my child IS home bound and called to ask why she's been absent.
I know every one has struggles. I know every one has their own cross to bear. My "vents" aren't meant to demean any one else's situation. It's just me venting and asking for prayer as I emotionally struggle through another year of my child not being able to do what other "typical" children can do. I don't get fundraiser packets sent home for her to raise funds for her school. I don't get progress reports sent home. I don't have the opportunities to volunteer for her teacher in grading students papers like I did with my other children. I don't get school photo proofs sent home to order photo packets. Why? Why do "our" children get treated so different because they're home-bound schooled? I think I'm going to take a break from my own schooling and try to advocate some changes for our home-bound children. Elisabeth's entering the 7th grade and I need to be her voice and make some changes for her and others like her.