Eight years ago today my world changed more than I even knew at the time with the birth of our daughter. I could never have known, then, exactly how much this little bundle of flesh would change my world. Everyone said she would turn our world upside-down, but even they didn’t know she would turn us inside out, too. I thought I knew so much about how the world worked. Something about earning a Ph.D. makes you think you can take on anything and master it. Parenting, however, has little to do with book smarts. Parenting special needs style takes it all to yet another level.
Four years later I was feeling more than a little “outsmarted.” Our twins had arrived six weeks early after seven weeks of bed rest. The child was exhibiting unruly behavior in every setting which made bringing two tiny infants home after three weeks in the NICU particularly unnerving. Even knowing more about my daughter’s language delay, we were still in a fog of misunderstanding. We assumed that all of the upheaval was because of my unexpected lengthy hospital stay both before and after the twins’ birth. Indeed, the child was so angry at me for “disappearing” that she didn’t even look at me the first day that I came home. It took over a year to regain her trust. Still there was more for us to learn, and six months later the learning curve accelerated when we finally asked for a formal diagnosis.
All of those letters, primary diagnosis, possible co-morbid conditions, what does it all mean? This form to fill out, those contacts to call, these questions to ask, those books to read. This meeting to have, those services to request. It was back to school special parenting style.
I still feel like I’m learning every day. Yesterday I filled out a survey for a local autism advocacy group and realized that I know NOTHING about what happens after high school. Granted we’re only in second grade, but it seems like yesterday we were in Kindergarten, so I imagine the rest of it will go pretty fast, too. Even more, though, the child teaches me every day – about her needs, about how she sees the world, about how much we have in common, how to deeply feel each experience, and how to celebrate every achievement.
If the last eight years is any indication, we have a lot to look forward to – more amazing discoveries around every corner, and more great adventures yet to come.
Happy Birthday to my world changer.











Happy Birthday to your world changer!!! I can not imagine life without mine, and do not want to imagine who I would be without all the special work i have had to do.
Exactly, Debbye – I recently took a few minutes to skim through some old journals I had from pre-child days. It was sort of embarrassing how self-absorbed and whiny they were. I had no idea what it meant to be busy, and seemed to spend a great deal of time examining my navel, if you know what I mean. Becoming a mom hasn’t been the easiest thing in my life, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It has made me grow in ways that just would not be possible any other way. Thanks for your comment!
Thank you for sharing so eloquently. Happy birthday to your world changer too!!
Thanks, Jo!
Happy Birthday World Changer! It’s amazing all the things I’ve learned that I didn’t know I didn’t know, and had no idea I’d be so happy to know… and some I really didn’t want to know but needed to know and I’m glad to know now that I know! (LOL) I recently read this sentiment which rings true. It went something like this, “I wasn’t given this child because I’m special. It is this child that makes me special.”
I know what you mean, you know
. Thanks, Maggie. I’m not sure that I even am so special…just taking one step at a time and figuring it out as I go, or not, and trying not to be too hard on anyone in the process.