There are normal feelings I have right now. Like when I look at my adult packing for college and all I see is this.
I have all the normal swings of emotion of watching your baby grow up. I feel all the things you feel after you give them roots, and by God’s grace they grow the most beautiful wings. There is normal anxiety, about them making new friends, and finding their way around and starting a whole new life. Without you. During a global pandemic. After at least a year of abbreviated, altered and just not quite right classes and other human interaction. In all of this I am in good company.
Then, there is the added layer of letting your medically complex child free.
This is the child who screamed with colic for over a year while people told me it was just normal. This is the child who had her first surgery at a few months of age, only to have a baffled surgeon come out of an operating room to tell me the hernia “wasn’t there.” That was just a preview of things to come.
This is the child who was so overwhelmed with GI pain she became a sensory overloaded mess. This is the child who missed milestones, and who had early intervention services of OT, PT and Speech that eventually graduated into an IEP that only terminated in June. Yes, June of 2021.
This is the child who needed a timer to move from one side of the room to the other in PreK as her loving teachers guided her.
This is the child who wanted to run like the wind, but could not ever figure out why it hurt. This child we would later find was managing an arteriovenous malformation in her right knee. That knee. Seven surgeries on that knee. Years with the best Physical Therapist in the land. But, we did stop soccer, and dance. And maybe that was for the best. Maybe she has her mother’s coordination.
This is the child who the kindergarten teacher told me in November was “pretty far behind.” I told her to encourage but not to push. I would be just as proud of her as long as she did her best. Then, that same child got glasses. And with the nurturing love of that kindergarten teacher, combined with God’s GIFT in paraprofessionals she soared. This same child, by March had had her first knee surgery, recovered, and was sitting with the top quarter of her class. This child does not like to be kept down.
This is the child, who spent years sick with chronic viral infections. This child hung with me through mainstream and alternative treatments. She pushed me to push forward for her. This child and I went through hell together. We learned each other on the Belt Parkway and the BQE. And somehow we found beauty on the journey.
This is the child, diagnosed with Cowden’s Syndrome at the age of 8, whose diagnosis prompted mine. This is the child, my angel on earth, who saved my life with her diagnosis, as my breast cancer was caught oh, so early.
This is the child who never quite found her way with other kids. They just didn’t “get” each other. Some were so kind, but couldn’t connect. Many were terribly mean and maligned and belittled and tortured and tormented her soul. This is the child who would not break. Trauma after trauma. Surgery after surgery. Medical procedures layered on top of one another. This is the child who sometimes cried in my arms and other times locked it all behind walls. This child. This medical life. There are experiences that shape you, that make you who you are.
This is the child who chose her high school. Deliberately. She wanted to be with kids who were more in touch with real life. This child grew, through love and resilience and inner strength and therapy to learn all about herself. This is the child who found her way to God and a few special friends, finally, and not at all accidentally, right about the same time.
This child waited years for the service dog. The one to manage the needs that had developed through a medically complex life. Ella and she met in January, and the love in their eyes tells me it was worth the wait.
I abbreviate the tales of this child and her journey. I do that because it would make it too overwhelming for you. I do it because the chronicles mostly sit in the last ten years of this blog and sometimes the gut wrenching journey need not be relived in intricate detail. I abbreviate for my sake, because I can appreciate that God’s biggest gift to me is allowing some really traumatizing memories to fade just enough that I can actually breathe as I recall them.
If you ever want stories, I have them for weeks. If you ever need to tell your tales, I am here.
This journey to college has been a long time coming. My college athlete and scholar got there on “Gratitude, Grace and Grit.” That full academic scholarship- that took the resilience to overcome 17 surgeries, remain in top honors, and recover the body every single time to return to the water. Through it this child turned her experiences into compassion and a desire to care for others. As she puts it, she wants to “do better” for people like herself. And there is room. Plenty of room to do just that my girl.
This journey took learning how to manage to moment to moment pain of Arteriovenous Malformations, as a new one has developed in her thigh, and channel that pain into usable energy. To look into the eyes of your baby, the eyes of your one and only 18 year old baby, and to know they will likely never be pain free, is a special kind of torture.
This child, now an adult, will have one more virtual visit, with one more new doctor, before we load the cars. And we have all the fun stuff, favorite sweatshirts, and a pretty comforter. We also have daily pill cases, morning and night, set for 4 weeks. Along with a literal bucket of the “just in case” medications to get her through. There are gluten, dairy and soy free snacks. There are toys and treats for Ella.
There is a whole lot of new.
My heart is full of hope. While the medical problems travel with her, she has reached an age where many kids have seen life, and are generally more tolerant of humans. My heart is full of hope for new experiences, for laughs, and friendships that will form.
My child leaves with less experience in some areas, and so much more in others. And my hope, my prayer is that in this place there will be balance.
I am with all my other mother friends, leaving their children at college.
My heart is with my mother friends who will never have the privilege to experience this “going away to college.”
My heart is with my mother friends whose babies no longer walk this earth, but cover us all with their angel wings.
I have learned from all of you.
And as I cry, because I will cry, I will also absorb the magnitude of the fact that this is happening.
As we told her doctor many years ago… “every step of the journey IS the journey.”
We remain #beatingcowdens
10 thoughts on “#beatingcowdens Goes to College!”
Oh my goodness, I am literally sobbing here. You are pretty much the only person I know on this earth who is moving through such an almost identical experience that we lived for 31 years now. You speak the things that I have felt and still feel in ways that I just have never managed to verbalize. Always remember the one phrase that somehow helps me – cowdens is “manageable”. What that management takes no one but you and I and few others will ever know, but it is doable. I try to always remember that because there is an enormously long list of disorders our kids could have for which there would be no way to manage them, so it helps me center and remember that this is just our path. The bond between we moms and our babies is one no one else could ever know and that is quite a blessing…….
And you were one of the first who lent your ears… forever grateful.
This is so beautiful, Lori. I’m in tears…. Thinking about all of you and also a glimpse of my own kids someday. I’m sure Meghan will have an amazing time and I wish her (and you 😜) all the luck in the world!
Thank you! It is definitely an adjustment. I have watched the “college” posts for years never imagining it would be THIS soon!
How did I miss this post???.Thanks for prompting the water works. I commented on Holly’s post the other day and I said that although I dont have children of my own I love to watch my friend’s kids grow up on FB and I get to have all the emotions too. I have no doubt that Meghan will rock this college thing. Sending you both lots of hugs and kisses
This is me Ellyn, I dont know why it doesnt show my name lol
Thank you for being a forever cheerleader. It means so much!
Oh my word. Every. Single. Time. Gets me. I am in awe to have connected with you, and by connection, your daughter. Who motivates me to move forward every moment I want to throw in the towel. Many congrats and best wishes to you and your family in this new exciting chapter!
Hang onto the towel Heather. Hang on tight. You’ve got this!