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MK_PFTHPURPLEB1CHAR_20170227_7962999163.jpegWhen I was growing up my parents got us a Christmas ornament every year. It was a tradition. I love unpacking those ornaments each year- seeing my mom’s handwriting listing my name and the year I received the ornament on the boxes. When Kevin and I were married those were the only Christmas ornaments we had for our tree.

It’s a tradition I wanted to continue with my kids. For Grace’s first Christmas we’d been through a lot and I remember struggling to find an ornament that represented that time- something we’d want to celebrate and remember every year about baby Grace as we unpacked that ornament. Ultimately I settled on an ornament of Dumbo taking a bath in a tub. The note I wrote on the box was one sentence in length that says “Because Grace loves taking a tubby!” One year it was a Cinderella ornament that marked her invitation to a princess birthday party. The first year she rode a horse-it was a horse. The year we flew to see her Aunt Heather and Uncle Drue married in Virginia it was a plane. This Christmas it was a Rapunzel ornament that we bought her at Disney World when we visited.   Each year I write a note on the box about why we chose that ornament for the year.

My mom never wrote messages on the box about why she chose the ornament. She never had to because I know and I can tell the story. I started writing out the reasons on the ornaments we buy for our kids because I knew Grace wouldn’t be able to tell the story.

Special needs grief is a funny thing because this year as I was packing those ornaments carefully away I got to wondering if it mattered.   If anything happened to us would those ornaments really follow Grace? When she grows up and if she were to live apart from us would anyone read the notes to her? Put up the ornaments? Was I just creating more for Graham to have to go through someday?   Was it an unnecessary tradition? And in a larger sense if we are the sole keeper of Grace’s story and why she matters a few ornaments won’t begin to tell the story.

I feel different about Graham’s box. His ornaments are for him to have so that one day he can remember his growing up by going through a few ornaments that represent snapshots of what he liked and how he grew. I can picture him sharing them with his kids telling them about what Dad was like when he was little.

Ultimately Grace’s ornaments got packed in her box. I came to no conclusions other than it’s not a waste. If those ornaments are only ultimately for me then they are only ultimately for me. I chalked it up to grief sneaking up on me. Grief on a normal Sunday when we’d been to church, I was doing laundry, Grace was playing happily on the floor pulling every toy out of the basket in front of her, Graham and Kevin were out playing in the snow, and we were planning on Casey’s pizza for supper. It was grief that comes from the helplessness of not knowing. Grief because I’m not sure what to dream for Grace in the future. A grief that her experience will never be all that I dreamed for her.  And the thing is I have a level of acceptance about all of this. I do. I swear. But even with acceptance, there are moments that catch you off guard and then all you can do is take the time to acknowledge the grief, share it if you need to, process it until it’s processed and then keep going.   The ornaments are packed away but the work continues.

Joy

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Around Christmas time Kevin and I decided that we were going to take Grace and Graham to Disney World. It was pricey, it was intimidating, we were experiencing much unrest about the world, but it was time for us to do something fun. We quietly planned, telling only a few people initially. In some ways, it felt irresponsible. We should have been saving those vacation hours because you never know with Grace. We should have been saving the money because you never know with politics. But truth be told we always feel like we play it safe. Our family deserved a chance to try something different.

Graham was ecstatic. Grace quietly listened to our planning knowing long before her brother that this was in the works. Oh my goodness, we planned. Kevin searched websites and mastered the Disney app. I bought a book and searched Pinterest. We borrowed suitcases from my parents.   Kevin reached out to Kamp-Rite the folks who make the tent Grace sleeps in when we travel with questions about a new compact version they have that folds up smaller. Someone there took a minute to click on the link to our blog in Kevin’s email signature. Low and behold they sent us a traveling tent as a gift. Their messages conveyed delight for our family. Their only request was that we send them a pic of us at Disney World when we returned. We were humbled and grateful and in the end sent them several pictures of our trip.

I could barely sleep the night before our trip. I was so anxious. Could we do this? Would it be fun? Could we meet both Grace and Graham’s needs?  We’d be hours away from the team that holds Grace together.

We flew out of Des Moines on a Thursday afternoon and arrived on a bus at our Disney Resort a little after 8 pm that night. We found our room, got food, and watched fireworks before we went to bed that night.

We couldn’t get going as fast as we’d wanted to our first full day there. We finally made it to the park but we were not aware of the multiple steps of security and of course got in line behind a family that just couldn’t make their tickets on their phone work. We made it to our scheduled first stop – a meet the princess with Elena and Cinderella barely on time. As we made it into the room with the two princesses we found ourselves next in line and Grace having a seizure. Kevin was so calm about it asking the family behind us to go ahead. The Disney workers were a bit taken aback by this but quickly recovered when I explained that we just wanted a little more time for Grace to get through her seizure. At some point, the doors were closed and our family – just the four of us- were in a room all by ourselves with the princesses, photographers, and their helpers. In no way did I feel rushed.  We were invited to learn magic and sing along with the music in Avalor and offered carriage rides with Cinderella and the Prince. Cinderella talked to Graham prince lessons but he wasn’t so sure about that.   There were pictures taken with each princess and pictures of all of us together.   As we exited through the Cinderella/Elena gift shop my eyes filled with tears and I wasn’t so sure that I wasn’t just going to sit down and cry. Those minutes, that interaction, somehow they had made all the worry, all the planning, worth it.   We could have gone home then and I would have raved about the experience. But I’m glad we didn’t.

Over the next four days, we did our best to take advantage of all the things we thought our kids would like. Beauty and the Beast, Finding Nemo, the Little Mermaid, Frozen, Jake the Pirate, Snow White, Sofia the First, Winnie the Pooh, Peter Pan, race cars, a safari, and the Swiss Family Robinson tree house. We visited Epcot, the Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, and Hollywood Studios. Graham showed his first interest in Star Wars watching Chewbacca, Storm Troopers, and Darth Vader on stage. We had character dinners and met several of the princesses.   We watched Graham dance with Pluto. We watched Grace light up from pixie dust as we approached Tinkerbell and saw her longingly look towards Rapunzel’s hair. We all rode the Dumbo ride and It’s a Small World. We swam in the pool at the resort.  There was a single duck who frequently joined us in the pool. We rode buses, the monorail, and boats. We saw fireworks sitting on a boat out in the water.

Graham declared on a daily basis “wouldn’t in be fun if we lived at Disney?” He commonly expressed that things were awesome or amazing. Grace’s communication device didn’t work too well in the bright Florida sun, but we caught her smiling more than she normally does and had to watch her hands carefully as she encountered characters in beautiful dresses.

As with all great vacations, there have to be things that don’t go quite the way you expect. We had several mishaps where the monorail stopped working temporarily. We started joking that there is regular time, Grace time, and Disney time. We were amazed by how long we could be eating a meal waiting for the various characters to stop by. Bedtime was pretty late a few nights.

I worried about the disability/accessibility aspect of our trip. I shouldn’t have worried Disney was very accommodating. Apart from having to wait one time for the next boat, they were always ready for a wheelchair. We met other families like ours and had a few minutes to talk about wheelchairs and meds as we waited for the monorail to get fixed. There were “normal” families who went out of their way to approach Grace, help flag down a bus driver, or hold Graham’s Winnie the Pooh when it became apparent that our hands were full.   The one thing I did struggle with was the looks we sometimes got from families as we were loaded onto boats, buses, and monorails first. Yes, we were first, but we were always last getting off. I wondered to myself if they noticed that.

We’ve been home a few days now. We are back in the regular world. I miss the weather in Florida. I miss the attention to detail. I miss feeling like my primary responsibility is to just hang out with my family and experience magic.

But the thing is now I know the magic exists. I know that our family can thrive in a situation that is just about fun. The Disney magic gave us some confidence and some beautiful memories. Kevin has already begun planning our next vacation.

Joy

IMG_3496Today Grace was transferred off of the PICU to a general floor. While she no longer requires the care of the PICU staff it should be a good thing to celebrate but it was more of an upside down, crazy train commotion than it really seemed that it needed to be. We have found ourselves training nursing staff of Grace’s seizure types, lobbying for a seizure bed that had to be trucked in from Iowa City and working out all the kinks in medication protocols. It was far from smooth transfer to just one floor down. Thankfully both the PICU doctor and resident have personally checked on us to help smooth out the wrinkles. On the plus side, Grace now has a room that is technically a double, which is nice since Grace does not pack light.

We have a new plan worked out and if everything goes to schedule Grace will be discharged Thursday or Friday.

Graham has been a real trooper through all of this; we don’t give him enough credit. For the past two and a half weeks, his life and day-to-day routines have been thrown out the window and he just wants a regular “Mommy and Daddy Day with no hospitals or surgeries” as he puts it. We are rotating every other night at the hospital so he has contact with one of us every other night. He has requested several times to come to the hospital but in general, I think he likes Minnesota hospital stays better since it involves staying in a hotel with a pool and a shuttle bus ride to and from the hotel and hospital.

It’s interesting how Graham interprets being in a hospital, for him, there are toy rooms, books, and even an outside play areas. Today we pressed the nurse call button to request some new bedding for Grace while we were finishing up some of her cares. When a voice came over the intercom, Joy asked for some bedding and then Graham shouted out “and some cookies too!”

Kevin

 

The theme at our church lately has been about waiting and I’m starting to get little tired of waiting for a new theme.  I’m not big on waiting…I want answers and I want to see progress.

Our church is in the midst of a year and a half transition since our lead pastor retired.  Since then the care/children’s ministry pastor also retired and there has been a change with the junior high and high school program as a leader stepped down.  It feels like the remaining pastors and the transition team members are getting a little beat up over when a new pastor(s) are going to be hired.  I say take your time.

Change in a church or in general the church is slow to change and I mean really s…l…o…w, so I am puzzled why there is this rush to hurry things in this situation.  Not to diminish that finding a new leader is important but should we just fill the position with the first person available even if they are not the best fit?  Sure we can do that in the corporate world but it is never ideal and is that what we really want for the church?

It seems to me that our focus needs to be finding ways to reach out, support/serve others and be the people we are supposed to be rather than worrying about the tasks that others have been elected or appointed to worry about.

All this talk of waiting dredges up reminders of all the waiting we do with Grace…we waited for the daily steroid injections to be over and we waited for her immune system to no longer be compromised.  We’ve waited through medications, surgeries, and dietary restrictions; we wait for schools to respond, for respite to come through, we continue to wait for her to say her first word and we wait for a cure.  We waited for the church to realize we were not there for the first year of her life and we waited for someone to say ‘hey you shouldn’t have to sit alone in the narthex for the next year all while we attempted to keep Grace content and quiet to not disrupt everyone else.  I’m not complaining.  But messages like the one last Sunday bring these thoughts to the front of my mind when we waited for the church alone.

What I am trying to say is that the church waiting together as a body should not be too difficult.  We have others to rely on; we have two pastors that are remaining in addition to a specially trained transition pastor along with a number of leaders, deacons, and elders.  We should be relying on the community around us a not pinning everything on one singular person.  Waiting together has to be better than waiting alone, doesn’t it?

So for now I’m going to just try to continue to wait on a time that I will no longer have to wait.

Kevin