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FullSizeRenderI was having trouble starting this Christmas letter until I got on my phone and scrolled back through the pictures I’ve taken over the last year. I’ve taken so many pictures – a full year of little moments, big things, memories that make me laugh, and memories that make me tear up.

Graham’s love of sunglasses and selfies is in there. There are pictures of donuts and legos. There are pictures of his last days at Childserve’s Daycare where he was loved well for over five years. There are pictures of his first day of kindergarten.   There are pictures of him at taekwondo. I even have a screenshot of directions for tying a taekwondo belt.

Grace is also a fan of the selfie – but most times I’m in the picture with her to help her take the shot. There are so many pictures of Grace dancing. There are pictures of her swinging. Pictures in waiting rooms and doctor’s offices abound. There’s her first day of 5th-grade picture. I had her in a shirt that in pink shiny lettering said “This girl can” for that day. There are also a few shots of her in her “Nevertheless She Persisted” shirt. Finally, there are lots of shots of baseball. Her last game she played with either Kevin or I holding an umbrella over her head because it was raining – but she played anyway.

Kevin appears in pictures of baking with Graham, snuggling with either kid, flying kites at Johnston’s Kite Festival, sitting behind the steering wheel of the van, and across the table from me when we have had a chance to go to dinner just the two of us.

I’m usually paired with Grace or Graham in the pictures of me. There are a few from work. There are a few early morning shots that Graham took – that even though I don’t like I just can’t bring myself to delete.

What strikes me most in reviewing the pictures is that we really did life this year as a family. We went to Disneyworld-which was Amazing! (I have a crazy number of pictures from those days.) We also accomplished many of our summer bucket list items. We saw fireworks at the Golden Castle (that’s what Graham calls the state capitol building) for the Fourth of July. We had lemonade at Farmer’s Day. We went miniature golfing. We went to the Pappajohn Sculpture Park. We went to the zoo. We were at the State Fair. We went to family camp. We went on a vacation to Duluth Minnesota. We went to Reiman Gardens. We swung in the backyard and had one officially documented picnic. We stayed in a hotel or two. This fall we were at Living History Farms, we had family pictures taken, and we went to see Disney on Ice.

What all that tells me is that we are finding some balance between feeling limited and just going for it. We are keeping Grace both in the world and in activities that allow her to excel that are more specialized. I can see that Graham had 1:1 time with me – and I know that he did with Kevin. The two of them take Saturday morning trips to the Farmer’s Market that are well documented on Kevin’s phone.

I can also see our kids grow, which is ultimately their job.

We plan to spend the holiday season celebrating together – with a few movies, some cousins, some legos, and Disney princess dolls thrown in. I’m sure I’ll take lots of pictures.

Thanks to those of you who check in on us. Those of you who laugh and cry with us. We appreciate you.

From all of us to you – Merry Christmas!

Joy

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img_2413While Graham and Kevin ran to the library and then to get Grace birthday cupcakes today I fed Grace. As I fed her I turned on Gilmore Girls- the pilot episode.

When I was home on maternity leave with Grace – no knowledge of what was to come- only dreams of how it would be as she grew- we watched a lot of Gilmore Girls. I loved all the relationships on the show – some complicated, some easy, some fun, some hard, all with some kind of love holding them together.

 

And the theme song…
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead

As a new mom, I was sure that I’d be able to go wherever Grace led. I imagined our family as a team navigating life ahead. I never considered that we’d take an alternate path.

As I held her today in my lap, feeding her formula through a syringe and tube, watching Gilmore Girls, in some ways, it wasn’t so different from those long ago days snug in the living room of our house on Carpenter Ave. In reality, though it’s much different.

She’s four feet six inches tall now (a foot shorter than me), currently weighing in at 76 pounds. Holding her and feeding her is becoming a bit more challenging. She’s undergone several surgeries. She has seizures. Once they started we’ve never really been able to make them stop. We had to leave our little Carpenter house for a house in Johnston in order to achieve the integration and education we wanted for her. In some ways that has been brilliant, in other ways it’s a continuous struggle. We’ve never had long conversations or embarrassing ones. She did, however, the other night at dinner use her talker several times during the meal to say “I love you,” “no,” and “I want to watch TV”. She’s not playing any musical instruments, singing, or playing any competitive sports. She is, however, a pretty good tambourine player when accompanied by her music therapist, loves toys that play music, calms when I sing to her, and plays a little baseball – where no one ever loses-with Miracle League.

Way back then I’m sure I wanted her to try dancing – although I didn’t imagine the team it would take to have her dance. I’m very grateful that dream came true.

Even when we’d just had Grace we always knew we wanted a brother or sister to join her – to make our family complete. Graham has brought noise to Grace’s life and competition for our attention that she doesn’t always appreciate. This morning when she would rather have slept in Graham insisted she get up at 7 am. As Kevin went in to wake her up Graham turned out all the lights and asked me to hide in the kitchen with him so we could jump out and yell surprise when she came into the living room. I never would have thought to do that. But Graham has forced Kevin and I to think bigger. There were so many things we didn’t know about growing up based on our experience with Grace.

There are a lot of things I wish for her that I’m unsure of still.

I wish I knew that she had friends in her class in school. On tough days I find myself annoyed that any child that comes into contact with Grace seems to be referred to as her friend. I’m feeling truer friendships just won’t ever come and stick.  This does not mean that she is unloved or doesn’t have a community. It’s not the same as that. It’s so hard to explain.

I wish she could have the independence that comes with an experience like college or a trip by yourself. But she will always be dependent.

I wish for her to experience some of the really fun and beautiful places in the world but recognize it will be physically harder for her.

I wish for her to not fade as she gets older. I don’t want her to be less and less in the world.

I wish for her likes and interests to expand because as you get older the world gets bigger. Kevin and I will have to drive that for her.

All of that to say that it’s not going to be exactly the Gilmore Girls song way.

There are times we will lead Grace, way more than we ever will for Graham.

There are also times we will follow her as we work through the system of checks and balances in place for her in the world. We will also follow as her health needs, physical abilities, and communication change. And we will lead the teams and people that surround her to accommodate those changes.

It will be complicated at times, easy at others. I hope we will have fun, but the reality is there will be hard times. Through it all our future will always be based in love.

As the past 11 years have gone by I’ve often caught myself singing Grace the Gilmore Girls theme song. I still will. Even though the meaning isn’t the same as when I began singing it to her – it still applies.

So Happy Birthday Gracie Lou! I can’t believe you are 11. You are wonderful. You are kind. You are funny. You are brave. You are strong. You are quick. You should not be underestimated. I love you very, very much.

 

And …
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead

Love, Mom

img_0007Grace is home. I’m relieved. And as if she wasn’t being watched carefully enough by doctors we’ve added an infectious disease doctor to the mix for the next two weeks or so to make sure she is all clear.   We like him – he’s been amazing to work with. It sounds like we’ve actually been lucky. Only the culture from the ER showed MRSA, the one from Tuesday showed plain old Staph, and from Wednesday on nothing showed up. We caught it early. The seizure on Monday morning that made her fingers start turning blue was a blessing in disguise.

The good news/bad news, depending on how you want to look at – is that the infectious disease doctor is the guy we call if this happens again. The chance is real it could happen again. Sigh.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the book The Velveteen Rabbit this week as we’ve gone through all of this. There’s this scene towards the end of the book where the stuffed rabbit is old and worn and another old and worn toy explains to the rabbit that this is what it means to be real. To be made real by love. He explains that to become real happens over a long time.

I have felt really old and worn out this week.   Incapable of keeping all my stuffing inside. I also recognize it’s because of love that I feel this way. I recounted almost every day of the last week to the nurses taking care of Grace in the hospital that she had a normal birth, that we didn’t know anything was different about her until she started having seizures at about 4 ½ months. That since then we’ve been taking care of her in whatever direction she’d gone. My love for her has had to grow and change as she’s evolved to incorporate advocacy, medical skills, disappointments, risk-taking, research, wonder, and this crazy optimism that comes with special needs parenting. It’s real. Our last few months have shown me over and over how real it is.

It’s not just the love for Grace that’s made me feel that way this week. Graham has struggled. I was the one to give him the news that Grace was back in the hospital. His little face was just so sad. He told me one night this week that he hoped to wake up with germs in the morning so that I could stay with him all day. Killer.

In the midst of all of this, we have had crazy real loving moments.  Grace was complaining one night I was at the hospital with her, I unzipped all the zippers on her bed and climbed in with her. She calmed down immediately – we stayed like that for a good 45 minutes – no one came in to poke her or take her blood pressure – and when I got out to get meds going she was better. I took Graham to VanDees for his last ice cream with eyes for the year. It was chilly that night, so we were the only people there. Three people waited to take our order.   Graham was super nervous to order on his own with all of them looking at him, and so he whispered his order in my ear. Graham whispering is an experience. He puts his mouth so close to your ear you can feel his lips moving on your ear. It’s hushed, fast, so hard to understand, and it tickles. I couldn’t help but grin as he gave me his order. Luckily I know his order. Chocolate and white ice cream (twist) with m&m’s and eyes. Every time.

In the story, once you are real the rabbit learns you can never go back. The same is true with parenting once you become a parent it’s just not the same.

Grace is free to go back to all activities. We are watching her for cues that she’s ready to re-engage. Ready for therapies, school, baseball, dance, church, etc. It’s not just her cues we are watching – we are also dealing with our own readiness to put her back in the world with such a dramatic demonstration of her vulnerability fresh in our minds. Today she’s played some and rested some so far.     She is moving in the right direction. When she’s ready we will let her go back – because we love her. We really do.

Joy

grace and grahamGrace and Graham continue to grow in their relationship. I haven’t written about it for awhile- and it’s important. Here’s my current take on it.

Let’s start with the rough part. I’ve been getting frustrated because Graham has been making a big deal about Grace’s drool. He doesn’t want it anywhere near him. It’s frustrating because I struggle with knowing the best way to help him with it. Part of me gets this – we don’t call it “goo” without a good reason. The other part of me long ago accepted that there will be goo in our life. We give her medication to lessen it actually but for it to go away probably isn’t an achievable goal. He doesn’t have that perspective of course- he’s four.

The goo is a real challenge. When I’m with her and other kids I’m constantly making sure that she doesn’t goo them. I was reminded not too long ago about a time when I failed to get the job done. Grace and her princess friend from kindergarten were in the back seat of our van. We’d taken them to Wesley Woods to ride horses together. It was really wonderful. Grace’s princess friend had a jacket on. Grace had been chewing on her hand and reached out to touch her friend. When I said “Oh I’m sorry she got you wet” the little girl looked at me and said so matter-of-factly “That’s ok, it will wash.” That little girl had touched my heart several times that year – and this moment just got added to the list.   She did move a little to get out of Grace’s range but not so much that she was totally detached from her.

Graham says “she’s touching me”, “why won’t Grace leave me alone”, or picks something up and says “eww, Grace had this, dry it off .”

The first two feel like normal sibling statements – the last one, that’s about Grace.

One day this spring he wanted a megaphone to take to baseball. Kevin fashioned him one out of paper. I was Grace’s buddy that day at baseball. As we came up to hit the little boy’s voice that I love came yelling through that paper megaphone. “You can do it Gracie” and I missed the rest of the encouragement because what I really wanted to do was sit down and cry but what I had to do was hit the ball and get Grace around the bases.

When we bring Grace with us to pick him up from daycare we are typically surrounded by kids. Often with questions like “Why can’t she talk?” “Is she a baby?” and I see him take all our answers in. I hear him repeat them to others.

At our last visit with Grace’s immunologist he asked us about Graham. He reminded us that Graham too needs our attention, and that the older Graham gets the more he will understand about how our family is different. I teared up as we talked about it. I read a book about siblings of kids with special needs while I was pregnant with Graham. The take away I got was that we were putting Graham in a pretty tough position. He’s the youngest, he’ll have no siblings to commiserate with, and we’ll make only child and first child mistakes with him – without him having the benefit of being only or first. It made me worry. I think of it often. I want him to love our family when he looks back. We are taking it day by day. I can’t get too far ahead of where we are.

As for where we are he pushes her in her wheelchair. He asks to go on a bike ride with her. He wants to go swinging outside with her. He introduces her to others – sometimes yelling out his own and her introduction at people as they are walking by our house.

He’s quick at a restaurant to move a chair away from a table so there will be a place for her wheelchair. He offers to share his Cheetos with her. He doesn’t share them with his dad or me.

He’s quick to accept a piece of candy offered to her on her behalf. 🙂

He’s getting strong enough to open doors so that we can push her through them.

When we were at a family camp last week he quickly adopted Grace’s buddy as his own and when the three of them were together he would often attend to Grace bringing her toys that she likes so she could play too.

And if imitation is really the sincerest form of flattery – his participation in a dance recital this weekend – because he wanted to dance like his sister – speaks volumes.

Joy

 

 

 

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Graham throwing a rock into the creek during a photo session, Grace furrowing her eyebrows in a disapproving way.

Our Christmas cards are making their way out into the world – there’s a link to our blog on the front. If people happen to check in after receiving our cards here’s what we want them to know about where we are at now.

Grace has been working on communication- going through more than a year’s worth of trials of devices.   The devices track her eye movement and then when she holds her eyes on the button long enough the word on the button is spoken out loud for her by the machine. All of this work on communication has shown of us more of who she is. She is thoughtful, observant, funny, and stubborn. She began treatments this year to help her immune system and she’s been for the most part pretty healthy. Her third grade year is off to a great start. Her classmates sending home little notes for her now and then that give us really great glimpses into what she experiences in school. She’s dancing and playing baseball. She’s a foot shorter than me. She’s about to be 10 – this thought floors me.

Graham is so handsome! He loves to sing and dance. He has a great imagination and loves to tell stories at the dinner table. He has such affection for people – his teachers, our neighbors, family, and friends. He is generous with gifts and sharing. His catch phrases are “actually” and “when I was a baby.”

They are both cared for by some pretty amazing people when they aren’t with us.

The two of them together can be so lovely to watch or utterly frustrating! The picture above captures them so well – I just love the look that Grace is giving Graham.

Kevin and I had a chance to get away this year. A trip to Galena, a cottage, and two days of just us – amazing!

I think we are growing into our family, figuring out who we are – one day at a time. Our Christmas will feature time with family, Jake the Pirate, Thomas the Train, a ballerina doll, a lighted bubble tube, fuzzy slippers, books, and puzzles.  Please don’t mention any of that to Grace or Graham!

We hope that each of you has a Merry Christmas! Thank you so much for looking in on us.

Joy