11.09.2019

grief and loss, gratitude and love

As I filled out the lengthy adaptive skills' assessment, it was hard not to tumble into despair, clear that my son, who entered high school this year, cannot perform the simplest tasks that most infants and toddlers can do. When answering in the negative to five consecutive questions regarding various abilities, the instructions prompted me to skip forward to each subsequent section. The survey, which was supposed to take about ninety minutes to complete, took me no more than a quarter hour.

My fifteen-year-old cannot feed himself with a spoon. He can't dress himself, bathe himself, wash his hands, brush his hair. He can't put on his shoes, much less tie them. He can't grasp a marker or crayon to scrawl. He can't catch an object or give me one when asked to. He can't match shapes or colors, can't build blocks, can't speak any words. He can't run, can't play peekaboo, isn't toilet trained, can't open most doors. He can't get into or out of his bed on his own or pull up his duvet when he gets uncovered.

This sweet, handsome child of mine, though loved beyond measure, is a daily reminder of the grief I felt for years, beginning just before his birth when we first learned something was terribly wrong with him, and the loss I've felt ever since. Though he is alive and in ways vibrant, plus cute, loving and affectionate, he will never bring us the kinds of joys we thought parenthood had in store. To add insult to injury, we won't experience the bonus of being grandparents either.

From one perspective, having a child like Calvin represents to me an immeasurable loss, and at times I wince hearing and seeing the myriad of activities in which other kids and their parents regularly delight. But perhaps some of the joys that accompany a child's mastery in sports or academics or art or judgement or even virtue are in ways narcissistic ones and, perhaps, as a friend related after having read my post principles, those kinds of inclinations may not be ones parents are necessarily or ultimately in control of or responsible for.

Having said that, I still grieve the loss of a child who is still alive, in that my child is not healthy or very able to engage in most activities. However, I feel utterly grateful for what Calvin gives me. He still wants to be held like a baby. He sits in our laps and smiles when we lavish him with kisses and tickles. He chirps and coos at night when I reposition and cover him. On most days he greets me with a big grin when I help him get off the bus. He holds my hand in the grocer, making a beeline to the meat-department cases (his preferred place to camp out in the store) and smiles broadly when I hug him and say, "this is your favorite place, isn't it?" and then wipe the drool from his chin.

What's more, I feel abundant gratitude for the things that being Calvin's parent has brought to us—new and interesting friends, knowledge of a broader world, deeper self-reflection, insight, compassion, courage and empathy, profound feelings of despair and happiness (yes, we embrace both), and rare, intense experiences. As a result, I'm thankfully a different person from the one I used to be—I challenge authority instead of bowing to it, I question everything I used to take at face value, I'm more forgiving of myself and others, I'm more forthright and assertive and, I hope, more accepting of others and of what I can't control, and I'm not bothered if, in my advocacy for Calvin, some people don't like me.

And so though Calvin will likely remain much the way he was when he was a toddler, and though knowing that will sometimes get me feeling down, I feel fortunate to have this extraordinary boy as my son. He's one in a million, to be sure. A child to be celebrated and loved.

2 comments:

  1. Oh, Good for you, Christy! You clearly have depth and grasp of the real meaning of humanity, and while it has cost you so much to learn, you have won--you have grown a capacity to understand, and to appreciate, and to sort out what is important. I cheer you!

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  2. He certainly is! (a child to be celebrated and loved)
    Although I haven't seen him in person in a few years, living far away now, I only have the sweetest memories of Calvin, his toothy grin, his hugs and kisses. Give him a hug for me.

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