If Only
Right now I’m taking a break from the copious amount of
admin I seem to be slowly drowning in and coming up for air via the snorkel of
this blog.
First up, I’m proud to say WE SURVIVED! By survived I mean
we got through the full 60,480 minutes of the school holidays in one piece;
alive, breathing, and relatively unscathed. I wouldn’t go as far as to say we
got through it well, that would be an altogether different scenario. The
reality is the matrix of destiny (aka the calendar) that dictated who was where
at what time and for how long left its inevitable imprint on our uber tolerant
children. Like a game of human Tetris any deviation from the perfectly
tessellating plan resulted in it all spiralling out of control pretty quickly.
D and O were fairly amenable, but BH did not take kindly to being shunted about
like a heavy piece of luggage. Holidays for us do not equal lazy lounging days
or fun spontaneous day trips. They involve a carefully executed master plan of
action, involving a juggling act with lots of lovely carers to ensure B’s 1:1
support needs are met at all times. Mostly it isn’t all that fun, and it leaves
a constant bitter taste in my mouth that I am failing someone somewhere along
the line, which in reality, I probably am.
I can’t begin to explain the frustration of knowing the
parent you are capable of being versus the parent you actually are due to the
shitness of your circumstance. But then, we all have our limitations. I mean,
we could all be these perfect parents if only… if only we had more money, or if
only we had more family support, or if only our kids were less like little
shits, or if <insert personally appropriate situation here>. So why do we
beat ourselves up by conjuring up the mythical if-only version of ourselves and
pinning it firmly to the fridge of life where it perpetually haunts us,
reminding us of the shiny life and kids we might have had. If only.
I call bullshit on the if-onlys. The life we have is the
life we have, warts and all. Now some of my friends would get all philosophical
at this point and tell me that everything happens for a reason, including the
nasty bits of existence. I hate to be the person to shake it up and cause
controversy (gasp) but I call bullshit on that too. Here’s why.
I recently read a FB post from a dear friend who also has a
child with B’s condition. In it she detailed the differences in the detail of a
typical child returning to school after the long summer break, and one of our
kids returning. It honestly broke my heart, mostly because her boy also
struggles with seizures like B, but also because key times like this (back to
school, Christmas, birthdays) act as a spotlight on that mythic if-only fridge
picture.
Our morning goes a bit like this; we still have to dress our
kids for school because they can’t do it independently. We have to tally the
number of seizures our kids have each day. Let me say that again, we have to tally
the number of seizures B has because it is the only feasible way of
recording the vast numbers he experiences. We have to feed our kids breakfast
because they can’t do it themselves. We start the day with no clue as to what
is going through our kids heads, and we end the day no closer to any
understanding. We watch our kids seize multiple times before the school bus
arrives, always watching carefully to decide if we need to take any further
action. We play medication Russian Roulette religiously every morning. We
constantly shun our other children because we are too busy preparing the
paraphernalia around our special kid; writing in the home-school communication
book, observing and recording behaviour, gathering the meds, change bag, and
anything else needed for the day. We (try) to use the cue cards to prompt our
kid as to what happens next. And so the list goes on.
I call bullshit on the if-onlys, and I call bullshit on the
everything-is-for-a-reasons. It is what it is. Do I learn and progress? Of
course. Does this crap make me a better person? Probably. Could I have learned
those things without losing my little boy one seizure at a time? Definitely. Do
I love my kids but wish it were different? Yes, yes and yes! But like I said,
to a greater or lesser extent, don’t we all wish it were different? I suspect
so. So friends, stand with me today in a unanimous middle finger raise to the
if-onlys and the everything-is-for-a-reasons. Grab this little bit of life
right now, minute-by-minute, day-by-day, beautiful bits, beastly bits and all.
‘Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only
today. Let us begin.’
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