One of my favourite sayings floating around the internet lately is "don't compare your beginning to some else's middle". I love that saying because I am so guilty of doing it. I think we all do, whether it's pretty rooms on a blog, parenting, or even our own bodies.
Lately for me it's been the issue of parenting. Specifically my own kid's success. This is the time of year that everyone is shouting out on FB colleges their son/daughter will attend, scholarships they have won, awards they have received, and future plans.
Sara is finishing school this year. As in done. No more public education. Just finished. It's incredible to me that our system is designed to start when they are babies- three years old, and then go until they are 22 and kick them out into the world with a "don't let the door hit you in the ass" kind of feeling to it.
Not that I think the public education system should continue to educate my child, but beyond school- there is virtually nothing for adults with special needs. It's still as uncharted territory as it was 40 years ago. I talk with other parents and they are making their way and creating their own havens for their adult children. They get creative, but all of them agree that there should be more.
Another struggle we have been dealing with lately is stubbornness. Otherwise known as "I am 22 and you can't tell me what to do". Last night was a humdinger of an evening. Sara fights us about bath vs. shower, so we created a system of one night bath, the next night shower so that she has choice in the matter. Yesterday was hot, she was sweaty, and I explained to her that she really needed to take a shower even though it was a "bath night". She agreed and went upstairs to take her shower.
Only she didn't, she took a bath. And I pretty much lost it. I've been dealing with a lot of back talk and rudeness lately from Sara, and this was the proverbial straw for me. I even spanked her on the bum at one point. I think that got my point across and she took the shower. This morning she woke up with diarrhea and vomiting. Could have been the food we had last night, or the fact that she went to bed upset- which we both did. This is a hard balance- giving her choice and acknowledging her adult status, and also recognizing that mentally she is about ten years old and I am still very much the parent in her world. I am her legal guardian and as such it is my JOB to ensure that she is taken care of, but lately it has been challenging.
I know I've talked before about keeping it real here on the blog- about sharing more of the real stuff that goes on. I struggle with that simply because by putting it out there SOMEBODY will judge me, my actions, or my feelings. Mind you, that person will never really know what I deal with on a day to day basis with Sara, or the fears I have as I get older while my "child" remains ten years old on the inside. That one day I will not be able to physically take care of her, or deal with a 125 pound person having a tantrum. That scares the crap out of me, and I am not one to easily scare.
The beginning is not looking good today, but I know that it will look better on other days. Still, it's hard to ignore the shout outs about colleges, wedding engagements, and bright futures of other's kids. To not compare it to Sara's beginning. Wondering what the future will look like, how she will thrive, and how we will keep the balance of parent and adult child.
Wondering what our middle will look like.
