Reminder days and promises

When Zack was seven days old, I held a chromosome test in my shaking hand. Two things happened.
Firstly, I wished so fervently that I had paid better attention in my science courses.
Secondly, I made a promise.

My promise was to this baby boy I barely knew at the time. I said “this will all be OK” to him, but really it was to me. I swore to him endless days of both of us working hard and pushing each other and making sure we left no stone unturned; that if it was the last and only thing I accomplished in my life, he would have years of independence and normalcy.

And today, in the simplest of phone calls from his teacher at school, I felt simultaneously like I was still keeping that promise and still failing him all at once.

Two and a half weeks ago, when we observed Zack in his school for a Halloween event, we saw firsthand and heard from his teacher that he needed a good amount of one-on-one attention from the staff during activities like circle time, reading, lessons, crafts. It saddened me a bit that day to see how the teachers took turns sitting beside him for a snack and a drink and a few minutes of Dora. I told myself to shake off that sadness another time and smile because my Cookie Monster was smiling, too.

But today, Miss Joanie said she couldn’t wait until the next event or observation or IEP meeting or evaluation. That Zack’s need for that one-on-one attention was so demanding and his constant running away from the activities or being distracted from the task at hand was not only draining their manpower from other students but most definitely hampering what she called his very awesome potential.

“He’s very, very smart,” she told me to fill the silence when she couldn’t hear me nodding politely and fighting a tear or two. “He is an incredible child. We all want what’s best for him.”

She’s sending paperwork home tomorrow all about TSS’s — basically an aide who will be by Zack’s side nonstop during school… this month, or this year, if we’re lucky, the teacher tells me, into Kindergarden and beyond.

I can’t say how much I love Zack’s school, and his teacher. How I feel like we are all on the same page, all on Team Zack.

You’re going to tell me the same thing my Dad told me this afternoon when I called him in tears.

Me: “I feel like I have failed him in some way.” (My dad tells me I’m stupid for thinking that.)
Me: “This is the furthest thing possible from an independent life.” (This is probably a really good thing, my dad assures me.)
Me: “I’m so strong and I’m so positive and I will do whatever I can for him if it’s best for him. Maybe I should have done more. I never thought he’d need such hands-on, in-your-face help.” (My dad half-laughs. It’s not what you want, he reminds me. It’s not about you, it’s not what’s easy. Just keep doing one day at a time. His future is going to be great.)

Tomorrow, I will take a list out of his backpack and instantly make phone calls and set up a series of interviews and another round of evaluations. And then someone will be by his side in his classroom, keeping him in his seat and putting pencils in his hand. Grabbing his attention, sometimes his hand. Tomorrow will suck.

Today sucks more.
Because today is like the day I held that chromosome test. I have already Google’d a thousand things about aides and TSS’s and yet another part of a future I don’t want for my child creeps into my head. Research and educating and an e-mail to family (er, please accept this blog entry?).

And then we inhale deeply and try to sleep today away. And make sure to write a note of gratitude to Miss Joanie in the morning. And turn around to the positive side and likely move on from it all before some of you even read this. We will appreciate extra help and extra possibilities. We will probably love him or her as much as we loved his Early Intervention therapists, some of whom we still FaceBook message and e-mail on a regular basis. Just like his first teachers. They’ve all been on Team Zack. If you’re not on our team, get off the freakin’ field.

I know how lucky I am and we are and how great Zack is doing. Vocabulary continues to grow by the day. Conversations happen and “I love you”s repeated. Eating difficult food with utensils on his own. Learning how to use the potty. He’s so, so smart.

It’s just that today, I need to let myself be angry and upset and just get through this in-my-face reminder. I have to again grieve a lost baby that we had planned for five years ago and reacquaint myself again with this beautiful boy who now rocks every minute of my life. Because every now and then, I forget that this is not what my other Mommy friends are doing. But I know also that there are a million Mommas with worse concerns and scarier moments.

Remind me that John Lennon said “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans,” I dare you. I’ve already listened to six Beatles songs today.

Every now and then, life and its’ plans stare me in the face. We salute our glasses, nod our heads, sing some John Lennon and we fight over who gets to hug Zack first and tighter and longer.

I will always fight harder. I will always squeeze tighter.
Like I did four years and three months ago. Then, I learned about an extra chromosome.
Today, I open my heart to an extra pair of hands. And am so grateful for my Dad 100 miles away in a restaurant parking lot reminding me of potential.

I will keep my promise, Zack.

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3 thoughts on “Reminder days and promises

  1. Baby Girl…so glad your Dad was the one you reached out to and who gave you his heartfelt advise. Your Mom left you in the hands of an incredible man, one who I am most grateful for as well. I don’t have the words right now to make it alright so I will just say I love you the mostest.

    Chochie

    Sent from my iPad

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