Tuesday, 05 January 2010

• Making It Through - Finding Humor and Peace

  I don’t know how I make it through sometimes. More accurately, I sometimes don’t know if I will make it through. How do any of us?

  I ask myself that almost each day that I wake to the playful screaming of a self-stimulating 6 year old boy at 5 am. Those days, I initially am thankful that it’s not the dreaded, usual 1 am, latest of 3 am. Those days I take a deep breath and gauge his excitement, his unintelligible ramblings, count any words, listen for any wall banging. Those days, in the fog of a wakefulness I resist, I entertain the number of things that need to get done, decipher our schedule, determine what and how I’m going to make it through.

  Ellen is finding herself on a much needed vacation, which of course got me wondering… for me, for families like ours where we can’t seem to manage to get away for a number of reasons, how do we make our own mini-vacations? How do we manage to get ourselves through our days, weeks, years?

  On a clear day, clouds erased from my mind, I am able to play mind games. No, I’m not going to list the usual of getting away, get a massage, make a break. The truth is, for most special needs families, that’s among the impossible recommendations of the most well-meaning of all of us. I play mind games.
  

  Revealing myself on a blog that I don’t own, I want you to know that I’m constantly writing in my mind. The commentary doesn’t end…that is my “thing”. That is my strength, my weapon of choice to give me the push, the shoulder, the strength to live my life.  
  

  My life which I laughingly call Fear Factor. No partially hatched (or whatever it was) eggs, no pig slop; I won’t be lying in a pool of spiders nor find myself dangling from some ridiculously high platform wondering why I signed up for this. For me, my Fear Factor is in terms of commentary on my daily juggles, the constant writing of posts in my mind as if watching a video from behind my eyes, listening to my audience’s gasps, “awwws” and laughter. Nope, not crazy – just finding the humor.

  Yes, humor is the main way we can make it through. Why not find the humor in how our children need to have their pancakes formulated to perfection? Why not help our children find the humor in their life situations, their spills that don’t truly hurt? Why not remind ourselves that though we didn’t ‘sign up’ for it, no one could take our place and we wouldn’t willing give up our part anyway. Use the self-talk that we all have in a positive, laughable way.

  But guiding your inner speak towards humor can be extremely difficult. It took me close to 4 ½ years to be able to do this, and it doesn’t occur each day. But when it does happen, it helps. When it doesn’t, I turn to music.

  Music lifts the spirit and soothes the soul…or something like that. What I do know is that I’ve started taking note of what songs unfold a part of my being without prompting; what music invokes a feeling I thought long gone, an uncontrollable, heart-aching happiness emerge from my depths. I note these tunes, the artists. I keep them in mind (okay, I can’t remember anything, so I actually have to write them down…where is that sticky anyway) and find them. I listen to them, recall the feelings they invoke and bring those lyrics, that tune, the movement, to the surface during times where I think my mind might be lost for good. And the kids love the change they see in me.

  The change can come in other ways too. Little steals of time that cost nothing. Long showers, buckling your kids up and taking a drive, talking with other parents of special needs kids. Take the 10 minutes to polish your toes in between tweets after the kids are down, Tivo your favorite shows and give yourself a late night marathon, lose yourself in a good book.

  We’d all love to get away. Gain access to the out of reach week away in a new place, a warm beach, sand between the toes, sweet reminiscent smells of coconut sun tan lotion. But if we can’t, we have to find our own little secret ways of getting away, our own “thing” for finding the strength to make it to the next day. For in that next day, something special will happen, if we’re ready.

  So, what about you, what do you do?

  

  
  

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