I have always assumed that someday, when Billy and I are no
longer here, Abby and Emma would take care of Coleman. I never spent any time thinking about it
past that statement. It was just matter
of fact, of course that was how things would go. I honestly didn’t want to spend any time
thinking about, much less planning for, that eventual scenario. I still don’t.
But this past year something changed. It started when my good friend Leslie told me
she was working with a group of parents from California to build a new housing
complex for her son (who is also autistic) and other individuals like him. The undertaking was massive, and she had been
flying out to the West coast every month to meet the group and move the initiative
forward. So he’ll live there? Without you? Even
asking the question out loud made my stomach hurt. But Les was all business: We won’t live forever and this can’t
become my daughter’s problem to figure out.
I thought a lot about that afterwards. In meetings.
In bed. In the car. And I thought about my girls. This can’t become my daughter’s problem to
figure out.
It was then that I started to think about other options for
Coleman. What kind of place would work
for him? What would his day look
like? Who would do things with him? What
about his diabetes? It was unbelievably
heartbreaking to even think about. Still,
I forced myself to consider that maybe there was a place.
Around the same time, I learned about a place in Kentucky for
kids and adults with special needs. I
looked into it and wowee kazowee it was incredible. It’s this magical nirvana of a place – it looks
like a college, with girl and boy dorms, tons of recreation and activities – they
are scheduled 7 days a week. Their motto
is ‘Life Long Learning” and they have quite a population – from like 7 years
old to 75 years old! I called and spoke
to the program director. She gushed
about the place and all I could think was “You had me at Hello” 😊 I loved everything about it, except that it
was in Kentucky. My whole family is
here. Billy’s whole family is here. I wondered if we could start a new life in Kentucky.
Christmas came around and the girls were home for
break. One night while Abby and I sat in
the kitchen sipping wine and chatting, I thought about Leslie’s comment. This
can’t become my daughter’s problem to figure out. I brought
out my phone and showed Abby the place in Kentucky. What do you think? She took my phone and was scrolling through
the website. This looks incredible! If you know me by know, you know that response
only made me more sad, because I am crazy emotion lady and I wanted her to say That
is place is ridiculous and besides I’m taking Coleman. So I cried and she cried and Billy walked into
the kitchen and turned around and walked right back out. 😊 After our little cry session, Abby looked at
me seriously. My whole life I have known
I will have Coleman some day. I love him
and I am ready for that. Emma feels the same way. I didn’t argue
with her, and instead hugged her. But in
my heart it was the first time I felt the absolute enormity of what I was asking them to do.
The girls went back to college a couple of weeks later and Billy
and I went out to dinner. We talked
about the girls and how they would be graduating this year, and how they have
so much life ahead of them. How
wonderful it is to be so free. We talked
about how much life we have lived and loved, but how hard too things can be
with our little man. How challenging it
is for him to do so many things and how the world shrinks smaller and smaller
for him, and therefore us too, and that many of the freedoms we once enjoyed are
gone. We accept these things easily, focusing
on our blessings and not our shortfalls, and that we would live this life again
every single day, every single minute because he is our greatest boy and we
love him beyond measure. Finally I said what
we were dancing around. We cannot ask
the girls to take care of Coleman when we are gone. The ask is just too great. We sat in silence first, and then in
tears, and our poor waitress came to the table at just this time and said
apologetically “I’ll give you some more time with the menu.”
So that is the very long story of how we decided to move to
Kentucky. 😊
I’m kidding. Sort
of. We’re finishing Marshfield, of course. That’s
the first priority. But we’ve acknowledged
that this isn’t the end. There is one
more step to take for our boy and it will be the hardest. Maybe it will be Kentucky. Or maybe we’ll build a Kentucky here. Think big, folks. Big Thinking precedes Great Achievement.