Today my daughter and I used a birthday gift card from her godfather to the hair-accessory-jewelry-everything-a-pink-loving-girl-could-possibly-want store, Claire’s.
As Lizzy and I managed our way through the racks of headbands with flowers, gems, and bows, I got very anxious. All Lizzy wanted to do was be left alone to pick out what she wanted. That’s a very normal thing for a 15-year-old girl, but Lizzy isn’t a typical 15-year-old.
My beautiful daughter has significant special needs, and her condition wreaks havoc on all aspects of her development. Cognitively she has more in common with a child of three or four than the five-foot-eight teenager that hovers over me.
As Lizzy stopped to look and touch the sea of pink and sparkly merchandise, I followed close on her heels, saying, “Look, don’t touch,” “Stay with me,” and “Don’t run off.” I was conscious of the other shoppers staring at us, and though I have learned to accept the looks, sometimes kind, sometimes not, today they bothered me.
My princess is not a cute little girl anymore. As she made her way to the back of the store to look at some tiaras, she nearly bumped into a young woman. The girl turned to say, excuse me miss, and was bothered when Lizzy didn’t respond. I was quick to apologize, but the girl was not at all impressed and gave us both a rude look. I usually go out of my way to be kind and offer a quick explanation, but the other shopper didn’t look like she wanted one. To be honest, I didn’t feel like giving it.
As we continued to make our way through the sea of glitter and sparkles, I developed a bad case of self pity. Choruses of, “why me?” and “why my daughter?” started to fill my head. Then the anxiety really started to kick in. I’m 51 and all of five foot three. Lizzy has a good five inches on me. It’s getting harder and harder to physically manage her. What am I going to do in 10 years? How will I deal with her then?
With these fears fresh in my head, I helped my daughter gather up her purchases and brought them to the counter. The salesperson rung us up and out we went.
As we were walking to the bagel shop to meet my husband and son, I glanced at our reflections in one of the shop windows. I saw an overweight, middle-aged woman standing next to a beautiful young girl. I was stressed out and tired. The mom who always enjoyed spending time with all three of her kids seemed so far away from the woman I saw in that window.
I opened the door and saw Joe and Peter who were waving to us both. I settled Lizzy down and got her a drink.
As I made my way to our table, I noticed a younger woman with a boy of about four or five. It was like seeing my younger, more carefree mom days. It took me back to a time when life seemed a little simpler. The mom was giggling and laughing with her child. She looked joyful and I smiled at her.
I looked over to Lizzy as she was putting a piece of her brother’s cookie in her mouth and laughed. Joe and Peter wanted to see what she bought. I put one of the pretty headbands on her head, the one with pink flowers and pearls that she picked out herself. As soon as I put it on her, she gave me one of her winning smiles.
“I look beautiful.”
“Yes you do.”
As I watched my husband and son make a fuss over her, the self pity I was feeling started to melt away. The fears were still there, but I realized, in all my panicking about the future, I forget something: just how much I love my daughter.
Sitting at the table, watching Lizzy smiling at me with her new headband on, I remembered that we both have gotten through the last 15 years by just taking one day, sometimes one minute, at a time. Looking at my family I realized, I’m far from alone.
By the time we left the bagel shop, my mood had lifted and I was laughing. I cleaned up the mess my charming, albeit very messy daughter made and realized someone was smiling at me. It was the young mom with her young son.
On May 6th, I, along with 12 other amazing writers will be in the New York City cast of cheap digoxin Listen to Your Mother. If you live nearby or will be visiting the area I would love to see you in the audience. You can get your tickets here.
Aw, Kathy I am seriously so excited for your upcoming performance and sending you all my love and good wishes for it. Hugs and cannot wait to hear all about it when all is said and done!! xoxo 😉
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Parenting never ends, does it? The particulars may vary family to family, but the joys and worries are forever. So glad you let us into your world as it helps me reflect on mine. Here’s to pink tiaras!
Greetings from Philippines,
This post really inspire me. I have also a son which require special care and needs. Sometimes, I fell really sad seeing him playing alone without any friends around him. However, your story had inspire me to never give up raising my son. If he doesn’t has friends, he still got his family. Thanks for the motivation, dear Kathy.
P.s: I am crying all the way while I read this post.
Thank you so much Isabelle, I so appreciate you reaching out to me. It’s nice to know we are not alone. xo
This article made me cry today, as I saw myself the same way. I too have a 12 yr old daughter who has ADD and OCD and its overwhelming for me as a mom each day. Simple shopping is stress, the looks and nasty reactions from people is too much to bear. I worry so much about the future and about her. I too am 50. Thank you for this article and it’s affect on me. I really appreciate your honesty and reflection.
Kathy, you continue to amaze me! Good luck at Listen to Your Mother – hope you’ll be able to post a video after your performance!
Thank you so much sweet friend! xo
Kathy i am still crying! What a beautiful Raw Post! Of course I know how exceited she must have been in that store! Her Love it sparkles and Pink!
You have a tough time but as the saying goes when the going gets tough the tough get going!
God is always with you!
Your amazing! Loving and strong! I am so proud of you my daughter!
Love Mom!
Thanks mom! xoxo
Beautiful post from a beautiful lady sho is also an amazing mom! Congrats on LTYM!!
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Thank you so much Lisa! xoxo
Thank you for sharing this story. I have a son with special needs and I was very touched by your story. It is so honest and also offers perspective on the situation we are in as parents.
Kathy, you my dear friend are such a honest person. My heart was right there with you the whole time. Your life does test you each and everyday and you seem to handle it. amazingly well! xoxo
Thank you for sharing this story. I don’t have a special needs child, but like all parents, I’ve had my moments of worrying about my kids’ behavior. Luckily, there are those sweet moments as you described which remind us how blessed we are.
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