"God gives special children to special people"
"God doesn't give us more than we can handle"
"It could be worse"
These are some of the comments people make to me....ALL the time.
These comments make me want to....
I did not ask to be special. I am very, very aware that "it could be worse." I am SO tired of these statements. I know people say them because...they don't know what else to say and they feel the need to fill the quiet void with random canned phrases.
The people who make these statements do not have a child with special needs. These people live in Italy. They do not live in Holland; where I live.
I live in this world. I deal with this...every minute of every day. I do not need people to tell me how to be, act, think, or feel...especially if they do NOT have a child with special needs.
I, actually, had someone comment, "But its just her eyes." Are you kidding me? They have NO idea that my child is delayed because she cannot see the toy to roll over. Why do "normal" babies crawl? Because they want something. Lilah isn't crawling, scooting,etc. because she does not know what is there.
The comment "its just her eyes" is more hurtful than anyone could possibly know. These people are not with me when I lay Lilah down next to other babies and see how different she really is. The way she holds her head in fluorescent lighted rooms(because the light is SO bright it blinds her completely), the way she closes her eyes when she's in the shopping cart at Wal-Mart...and 6 people stop me to ask if she's sleeping. I want to say, "Yes folks, Mother of the year award goes to me for letting my child sit up, holding the cart, and she sleeps all at once. I know I sure do have a talented child." But instead I politely say, "No, she's not sleeping, she has a vision impairment." AND you'd think that would be good enough, but noooooo...THEN people's curiosity gets going, "But her head is down, she must be sleeping."(yes, I knew that they knew her better than I) I say, "No, her null point is very low in the periphery of her eye." and they say, "HUH?" and I say, "she can only see a very small amount out of the corner of her eye." and then the kicker comes in..."But that's good enough, right?" I would love to go into a store and not have to stop and answer so many questions. I am just not there yet. I am a VERY busy Mother of four. No, I do not sit home all day and eat ice cream and watch soaps. I am usually running in the store, with all four in tow, trying to get it all done in a matter of minutes. The last thing I need to do is tell people that Lilah has this delay and that delay.
"God grant me the strength to answer the questions of these people, because YOU know how hard this is on me."
This is what I pray as I am listening to their questions. I know, yes, I really do...that Lilah's testimony is one that is being shared around the country. (Thank you for those that continue to pray for her daily) I am so grateful for that. I know that so many people need to hear this story...AND I want them to. Sometimes, the telling...the actual verbalization... just gets to be too much.
The canned comments and responses are not comforting in anyway. Sorry, they just aren't!
What a Mommy needs, a Mommy like me...with a child who lives in Holland really needs, is someone to listen. Not a fixer, a talker, a manipulator,etc. We need support. The kind of support that comes from a great listening ear.
James 1:19 My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak
The people who have helped me the most are those who have been the ones to not say a word. They know that they are not in my shoes. They don't try to be. They just listen, be there, and allow me to feel what I am feeling. I must process this. Each day is a journey. Each day there is something new.
I am So glad that the counselor from our church told me that I am allowed to feel this way. THANK GOD he told me it was OK to mourn and grieve, ask questions, cry, vent, etc.
So, I guess my point in all of this was to teach those who don't know... that it is better to just be there for a parent of a special needs child. Words are not that comforting.