Saturday, May 23, 2020

Pandemic Parenting



We all got thrown a curve ball as 2020 got underway. The lifestyle, routines and our expectations got turned on their heads as we were left scrambling to adjust only a couple months into the year. Suddenly we were asked things that we could only imagine being asked in a Sci-Fi movie. The world shut down. There were no places to go or things to do. The school requirements were shifted to our kitchen table and work now took place in pajama pants and virtual calls. Surviving this is challenging for us all. Having a child with special needs means maybe a few more things to consider along with all the rest.

Every parent struggled with finding a balance of home life, educating their child, and squeezing in work requirements. The added challenge for a special needs parent is trying to crack the code of how academics had been taught in the classroom for cohesiveness and continuity, this can be tricky if your child doesn’t communicate or is limited in communication. Another obstacle is virtual therapy, children that are using therapy to expand their attention span or skill set may not be attracted to the limited interaction a computer can supply. But the biggest challenge the hardest part is the social element.

As a parent, we try to fill all the gaps, although shaken we will rise to find a way to meet all the new responsibilities. We will get the work done, the school assignments submitted, and the house kept. We will be inventive with therapy goals and find ways to help our children reach goals or at the very least stay on track to meet goals. But how do you become the social network of friends and outings? My son filled that gap naturally by online gaming, phone calls and virtual meetings with his friends they were able to chat, play and catch up. But children with less developed communication or social skills do not have that to lean on the same way. Zoom calls are good but lack parallel play or spontaneous conversations. So, the “friendship” elements fall to us moms and dads. The task of finding time to play with our kids, without being “too busy” with our mounting and ever-changing list of responsibilities, is hard. In my case this simply leaves me feeling exhausted or guilty at the end of the night.

Mom guilt is REAL, and each night as the kids fall asleep, I am hit with a wave of “I could have done better”. I know I could do more, but it comes at a sacrifice and that is usually my sanity. I am not writing this passage to give tips and tricks that will solve this dilemma (sorry if you are now more than halfway through and disappointed by that). To be honest I don’t know of any good tricks to solve not having enough hours or mental capacity in the day, I am sure others might suggest organizing a very rigged routine or schedule to fit it all in- but I still think I would mentally check out at some point. I am detailing our experience in hopes that you may find peace of mind.

The added pressure of a pandemic is that the only social content many of us adults get are through social media, a poisonous atmosphere when we are not forced to use it as a regular substitution for conversations and interactions, much less now. Online you will find a heightened sense of moral and educational superiority, people who want to not only tell you what to do, but tell you everything you are doing is wrong- while they only post success stories of their highlight reel. You inherently will find conflict or feel like there is something you have failed at. Please know that NO ONE has it all figured out, NO ONE has days without challenges and most importantly NO ONE is experiencing your life.

Understand that if at the end of the day you feel “you could have done more” and are trying to think of ways to constantly improve you have already arrived at success. You care and I am certain that the fact that you care resonates to your family. They can see that past the occasional frustrations, past the angry tones or frazzled-ness, they can see your heart and your love.  Also, try not to burden yourself with trying to do it all, soon enough the world will open again, and we will adjust back to normal life. 

It may take time to restore all our beloved routines and the balance that goes with it, take your time figuring it out. You are not alone we all are doing our best most days and trying not to focus on the days we fall short. Love your family, smile as much as possible and when it all goes wrong, turn up the music and start dancing!

Sending Love and Encouragement-
Jeanetta

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Friday, January 10, 2020

I am fundamentally changed


Being a parent to a child with special needs fundamentally changes you. While I am now more than willing to go toe to toe with any parent, therapist, doctor, teacher or school for the well being of my child, I haven’t always been that way. Early on when I was seeing “warning signs” I had no clue what they were warning me of. When the idea of Autism came to light, I had to google what Autism was. When professionals told me about limitations, restrictions or inabilities of my daughter I was scared, I was sad and I was shaken. How do you process all your hopes and dreams for your child are suddenly gone? How do you wrap your head around your child never graduating from needing caregiving? What does it mean to fight for your child? How do you beat the odds? Where do I find success stories to propel me forward? Why can’t her teacher love her like I do? Will she ever have friends? Will she ever date, get married, have her own family? Where do I turn?

You see as we grow up, we picture our perfect lives, married with 2 kids a dog or two, maybe a cat, and a yard for them to play in. Then from the moment the pregnancy test says “positive” you start dreaming about their perfect life too. So much of this is programmed into you from as far back as childhood, and its good. We all want and should want good lives we can be proud of. But when the doctor says “Autism” and then says the list of “Nevers” that inevitably will follow, that vision that you have cultivated your whole life shatters. All of a sudden you are struggling to understand your new reality and often jump into action so fast that you never let yourself process the trauma. So, the grief will come in waves, silent moments where you let yourself- just for a moment- let go, not hold on so tight and have the needed breakdown. You don’t wallow, you don’t have time for that but you do need these moments to be honest with yourself and heal. These moments not only allow you to heal, they change you. Each time you stop, pause and grow- you mature and develop into the new you.

The person you are becoming is so much stronger than you thought capable, this new you can hear the words that use to cut like a knife, the new you can see the progress of your child, despite the setbacks and challenges. And the new you can fight for your child in ways no one else can and ways you never thought possible. You will find endurance to stay up all hours researching, you will find hope in others stories, you will find solutions in resilience. You will find friendship in others grief and you will prevail in being your child’s champion.

Do not lose heart in being sad, worried or overwhelmed. Know that each of these moments is shaping you into a warrior. You very likely are in for the fight of your life and it is certainly the fight of your child’s life, but should you overcome the 1,000 battles and endless war- you will have managed to help your child become their best and you can rest knowing that the dream you had for them once upon a time has been replaced with a bond and love that is indescribable. This new reality will fill you with a new vision of their future and if you really dial in you will see the thousand little miracles every day is made of.

I may have lost the idealistic, naïve, and short sided version of myself, but I now have perspective, love and hope. I can sympathize with others; I can understand pain and I can see hardships. Life can be hard, but it can also be beautiful. Learn to make your plans flexible and enjoy the moments along the way.