Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Feeling the Loss

     Today is the 12 year anniversary of my mom's death.  It seems like every year this date has a way of sneaking up quietly behind me and then I turn around and get a not so nice, surprising punch in the gut.  This morning while I was still in bed praying, God gently reminded me of the date.  It's been in the back of my mind over the past two weeks because on my mom's side of the family, we've experienced some intense trauma and loss lately.  This isn't something I can elaborate about on such a public forum but she would have been so helpful to everyone involved I think and her absence has been truly notable.  She would have been able to provide her sweet calm way of listening to everyone and had some really warm and comforting hugs. Maybe she wouldn't have given a lot of advice but she could make you feel peaceful by simply being there.

     This year has been particularly hard on my little family as well.  The sheer open wound pain that I felt for my little boy during the Spring months and into the Summer were enough to make anyone want their mom.  There were many days that I would think, "..just a hug.  Just one little hug.  I miss the comfort of my mom."
   
     I miss her for our family.  She was unable to leave the hospital for our wedding but we went to her and were married there before the "real" ceremony so she was there to see our family begin but she was gone before our honeymoon was officially over.  I miss that she hasn't been able to see us grow.   I miss her for Dominic who although he is 9 and practically a man already sometimes really needs a lot of extra cuddling and attention.  He thrives when people that he loves really listen to him and he hasn't had a normal amount of that lately around here with everything we've been preoccupied with.  I miss her for Adrian who needs calm, kind, understanding people in his life that will love him unconditionally and see just how amazing he really is.  I miss her for my strong, gentle husband Derek who absolutely loved her and has said that she was a big piece of his journey to believing that God is real.  I miss her for me. So many times I would have just loved to be able to cry to someone without having to worry about their feelings, being strong, responding the "right" way and even that famous "ugly" cry would be ok. We have had an enormous amount of both triumphs and tragedies in our lives over the years and it would have been so wonderful to have her supporting us through it with her love and kindness.   Now I'm not delusional and I don't think that if she had been here, everything would have been fine but you know~ to just have a person in your corner that loves what you love and feels pain for what you are burdened with is often enough.  I'll admit, the tears are flowing freely today but I don't often allow myself to dwell on anything that I can't do something about.  Call it the control freak in me but I'm a "do-er" and not a "dwell-er"  and there is nothing that you can do about feeling loss except to just go ahead and feel it.  If you don't allow yourself to feel it once in a while it can sneak up and knock you right down.
So here I go.
Feeling the loss.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Let him live his life!

Gunther on the trampoline, just trying to live his life.
         This is just one of those nights when Dominic is on fire.  I swear that he could be a comedian already.  He just said another thing that made me spit water out laughing. I thought I should commit this to something permanent because I'm one of those people that is always telling everyone else to write down what their children have said because they will want to remember but then I almost NEVER take my own advice.  Anyways, Gunther, our dog was hopping all over the floor playing with his toy because we took the rug up to clean  and he couldn't get a good grip on it.  The floor is wood and the toy is hard rubber and was sliding all over.  He looked like a bunny pouncing around and I said, "What is that dog doing?!"  I was already laughing because it looked so funny.  He is almost 60 pounds after all.  But then Dominic busts out with, "He's frolicking!  Can't you see that he's having a marvelous adventure?!  Let him live his life!"  Okay, I realize that may not be funny at all to some and possibly not what you want your kid yelling at you but in this house, we are giant nerds and that kind of surprise statement warrants spitting your beverage out.  All over the frolicking dog. I love that kid.

Monday, September 3, 2012

All Things are Possible

     Just a little while ago I heard Adrian talking to Derek in the living room and he said, " I heard Mommy say 'impossible'.  That's not even a real word and shouldn't even exist.  I heard that ALL things are possible through Jesus.  She was wrong.  So........will you make me a bo staff that won't hurt anyone but can hold all of my weight?"  About 15 minutes earlier, Adrian had flown down the stairs, jumped in front of me and shouted, "Mommy!  I need you to make me a bo staff strong enough to hold my weight but soft enough that it won't actually hurt anyone."  So, of course I said, "Impossible!"  and laughed.  He revised it to, "well.....can you make it so it won't hurt anyone REALLLY  bad?"  I said, "no buddy, it's all or nothing with that kind of thing.  Sorry."
     The verse that he was referring to  "Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."Matthew 19:26 . is one that we discuss often in our house although I suspect he was paying attention today at least for a few minutes and heard it.  You see, today at church our pastor mentioned that he is trying to teach this concept to his granddaughter.  Adrian was with us  in "big church" because with his nervous system so out of whack these days, he just can't handle it in his class.  It's also difficult in the bigger sanctuary but this was one of those days that for whatever reason it was functioning closer to normal.  One aspect of his particular brand of Sensory Processing Disorder is that he has modulation problems which just means that at any given moment, he can be under OR over responsive to things in his environment.  Places like church or concerts or school have a lot of bright lights, loud music, tons of people talking, moving, touching him and that sort of thing which if he's in an over responsive state can create havoc in his little body and make him feel like he's in actual pain.  On the other hand, he's had shingles, an extremely painful illness, several times and cannot even feel it.  In fact, most deep pain such as the kind you will get from a bad bruise are not painful at all yet if he gets a tiny scrape or light poke he will feel like he's dying.  This is because there are different types of sensors that go to different parts of our brains.  One of those types, the light touch, is mostly Over responsive while the other one that is connected to the "deep touch" is mostly Under responsive.  Just a side note here, I am not using any technical terms right now.  It's just easier to understand this way.  Another neat little aspect of this SPD is an auditory processing problem.  We thought it was just him ignoring us for years and he would often get in trouble at school, church and home because of it.  I'll just add that to the list of bright shining parenting moments.  (UGH!  The guilt!) You can sometimes say his name over and over and he can hear you perfectly but just doesn't "process" that the sound is his name.  It also manifests when he's playing with other kids or say taking direction from a teacher.  Someone can give him instructions and he will hear the words and he's extremely bright but they get jumbled in some way before he can understand what it means.  The next step is that he doesn't know that he isn't getting the same information as everyone else but he does know that he is not "doing" it right or "following" through" etc.  He sees that everyone else is on the same page but him with whatever the situation might be such as in a classroom, in a game or church group and then he sees the teacher or leader either annoyed or angry with him and then comes the next step, a meltdown of some kind.  Those feelings of stress and anxiety at not "getting it right" will often trigger some sensory overload and then oh boy, watch out.  It starts getting ugly.  Any of his former teachers can attest to this.  It's just very different now in that we know what's happening and why.  Before just a couple of months ago, everyone saw and treated it as a behavior issue. In the church and school classroom, it looks like disobedience, defiance and an unwillingness to follow through because sometimes he can process what you've said or follow the physical cues of others around him.  Or he's alone with you or in a small group and there are no problems whatsoever.  This can be very confusing and even annoying to adults who are used to obedience and would often end in him being punished in some way.  I can understand that because I felt the very same way but the difference is that this is my child and I feel the weight of responsibility for his happiness and success.  I won't even attempt to go into any of the anguish I felt over not knowing what was happening to him over the years.  That is another post for another day.
     On this day, this post is about the possible.  Right now, it looks impossible that Adrian will ever willingly go back into any type of classroom situation.  It looks like negative or disbelieving friends and family will never understand him.  It looks like a lot of other things that are simply not true.  One thing, which Adrian himself reminded me of, is that ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE.  Even Sensory Processing Disorder being a thing of the past.  It won't always be at the center of our minds when planning anything.  Adrian WILL be happy and successful doing whatever it is that he was made to do.  I'm certain of that because we have God who promised us that with Him all things are possible.  For now, that's all I need to remember for those times when I feel my faith start to waver or I start to have a pity party about all the things I could/should be doing better for all of my family.  I have only to remember that it is not about what we can do on our own but what God can do with us and through us.  And that takes a very heavy load off of this mama's shoulders.