>> Friday, July 15, 2011
This was a FW entry I wrote months ago before I ever went to Special Touch Camp. I spent lots of time with a mother and son through baseball who I set this story around. She's an awesome mother/caregiver. I've written much about the camp and all that goes on there, but I haven't really thought too much about the parents who take care of their adult children with disabilities. They need many hugs and prayers if you know of any in your church or community. They are truly special people. And please, if any parents have had to put their children in group homes, don't judge them, either. I'm sure it's best for both parents and the children and was a hard fought decision. There are awesome group homes! Anyway, here is my story - Yeah, What Then?
Fifteen-year-old Travis burst into the kitchen holding his art work high in the air. “Mom! Out-standing!”
“Alright!” Sally gave him a high-five then patted him on the back side. Very nice work, Buddy.” She hung it on the refrigerator beside his twin brother’s A+ Geometry test.
Sally put her hand on his shoulder and he shook it off. “What’s up with you, Trent? Bad day at the office?”
Travis stood beside him and pointed. “See my out-standing paper, Brother?”
“I see it,”
Travis grabbed hold of himself and hummed.
“I have homework.” Travis started to walk away but in a sudden spark of compassion, turned and the twin-ness overwhelmed him. “Good job, Trav.”
Travis lunged at
“Uho, Trav, not such a happy face. Keep that mouth closed, remember?” Sally wiped off the drool.
“I heard that,” Sally called up after him.
“Heard dat,” the echo followed him up the stairs.
Sally prayerfully made her way up to
“It’s hard having Travis for a brother, you know?”
“You’ve been brothers your whole life. What’s different now?”
“You know, it’s hard on him, too, being a twin brother to a genius.”
“Ha! I’m no genius.”
“You are to him. You’re the most important person in his world. It could have just as easily been you that had the defective gene.”
“I know. Maybe it shoulda been me. He’s a better person than I am, that’s for sure. He always forgives me when I’ve been a moron. He never yells. He blames himself when I get mad at him.”
Sally poked him. “He is pretty outstanding, huh?”
Sally curled up beside her son; she wrapped her arms around his waist; and she whispered in his ear. “I think you’re pretty outstanding, too.”
“You have to say that.”
Sally smiled, enjoying the sweetness of the moment.
“Mom, doesn’t it ever make you sad having to take care of Travis? You have to wipe away his drool and wipe his butt after he poops. You have to help him get dressed and wash his hair. What if something happens to you and Dad? What then?”
Tears pooled in Sally’s eyes. “Yeah, what then?”
“Your dad and I talk about that all the time: the why’s, the what if’s, the what then’s. Maybe I’m in denial but I just want to focus on the outstanding’s right now, okay?”
“Sure, Mom, I get it.” The two sat quietly, snuggled in close until
“I’m too old to snuggle like this. You know that, right?”
“I know but you’re letting me and I went with it.”
“Know what else, Mom?”
“I’m so tired. I don’t even have the energy to guess right now so why don’t you just tell me.”
“You’re pretty outstanding yourself.”
Sally sat up in bed and fixed her hair. “I am, aren’t I? It’s time for this outstanding Mom to go fix two outstanding boys and one outstanding Dad a super outstanding dinner. How’s that sound?”
“Well, I’d say outstanding, but that would sound super stupid. How about, good, cuz I’m starving!”
“Okay. You, do homework. Dinner at seven. And
“You are too funny, Mom. Brothers are never nice but I’ll tone it down some. I promise.”
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