Happy Mother’s Day!


June 27, 2011 - my first week at home

June 27, 2011 – my first week at home

It’s almost Mother’s Day – it’s this Sunday, the 11th, so plan accordingly – but hustle! I am preparing to be back next week. I’ve had a nice rest here at Ai Ai and Tim’s house. We flew here straight from PDX. My parents and I visited Portland April 1-7 for the first time since I got sick, so that’s why I was so stressed out and signed off in March and why Mommy|Daddy dropped me off here with my sister.

Remember how I said I was getting jumpier as time wore on before my break? Well one night I was brushing my teeth and my hearing/vision changes made me unaware of Mommy’s gentle knock on my bedroom door and the whistling sound she makes to let me know she’s approaching. I almost jumped out of my skin, and when she got me to stop shrieking she told me that she was sending me to Boo Boo’s before this got any worse. (Side note: I apologize if I have not responded to an email or other form of communication from you. My track record in my Old Life was not good in this area either. My bad.)

So I informed Ai Ai that Ed Blueberry and I needed to come see her after my Portland trip. It worked out great bc we were able to give a legitimate reason for flying in to see them when Timmy hatched a plan for a surprise birthday brunch. So Mom and Dad stayed for that but they’ve been home in MD for a while. I spent the first couple of weeks here sleeping and resting, but I’ve recently started getting into the swing of things with exercising, doing some things around the house, trying to keep up with all the school activities, etc.

My removal to Boo Boo’s house is working – I am less stressed, especially after the Portland trip, and have been itching to write and work. One day I sat on the recumbent bike at my sister’s gym and planned my blog through late June. Sadly, although I have great plans, execution remains a problem area for me. Dictation software will not help – I’ve tried it. I have voice and stamina issues, remember? What I really need is mind-reading software bc I sound really great in my head but getting it out verbally or in writing is a real challenge.


But I really just need to do things one step at a time. So for now that means preparing for Mother’s Day. I’ve told Mommy that if she and Dad hadn’t been at the hospital when I woke up I don’t know what I would have done. I’ve also noted that if Mommy and I hadn’t been friends in my Old Life I’d be sunk now. Seriously, I had visions of me taking her to Nordy Café when we were both older, and just cruising around town like we did when I was growing up. That dream came true, except she chauffers me around – and when we’re not at rehab, acupuncture, or a gym, we’re running errands at the mall, the supermarket, Costco, Target – all of our old haunts. These are the little things our lives are made up of – and as we plow through the mundane tasks before us my insides are healing in an extraordinary way.

I love you, Mom! Xoxoxo


52.   Will You Take Care of Me?

This is how Mommy takes care of me – comfort food!

(Originally posted 11.29.12) I had a few minutes after VT yesterday so I sat down and read a book.  Childrens’ books generally have large print so they are easier for me to read.  Plus they are heavy on the pictures, which I also like.  The clientele is often pediatric, so the waiting room has a bunch of books and puzzles for kids.  I picked up a hardback picture book called Will You Take Care of Me? (Bridges & Sweet, Harper Collins 1998).  The premise is that a mommy kangaroo and her baby are on their way home. On the way, the baby kangaroo asks a series of questions, e.g. “If I turned into an XYZ would you take care of me?”  The baby imagines turning into many things, including an apple tree, a bicycle and a bar of soap, and each time the mommy responds with some appropriately witty answer that indicates she’ll always take care of the baby no matter what.

At the end of the book the little kangaroo asks, “What if I became a baby again?” – would his mom redo the hard work of caring for an infant?  Of course the mommy answers with a resounding “Yes” and I was ready to bawl at that point.  Thankfully my own Mommy came in the door at that moment so I distracted myself with putting on my coat and getting into the chair lift.

The reason why that book made me sad was because that’s what happened to me.  I was 30 years old, able to support myself and live independently, and then all of a sudden I became a baby again and my parents had to move to OR and do everything for me.  I’ve asked Mommy about it, and she kind of shrugged and told me, You’re our child.  Where else would we be?

Many people might agree and think that what my parents did was an ordinary and expectable response.  Based on what I’ve heard about parenthood, perhaps others would have done the same thing.  I’m just pointing out that my parents rearranged their lives to move to OR for a few months, then kept on rearranging them so I could move back in with them.  Naturally, it’s hard for me sometimes since I’m an adult and was used to living in absolute independence, but I gratefully acknowledge the backbreaking work my parents have put in to take care of me, a very large “infant,” since I’m physically unable to care for myself.

Since it was unknown when I’d wake up, Mom and Dad just waited by my bedside for over a month.  “Wasn’t that boring?” I asked one day.  Mommy didn’t even dignify my question with a response.  She just made a sound like, Pshaw.  The sameness was made bearable by the expectation that one day I would wake up, so they waited patiently.  Spoiler Alert:  I woke up and gave lots of people a (mildly) hard time. 

What happened to me was sudden, meaning there was a point in time that marked my transformation from independent to disabled person.  But there are many folks who face a life of caring for a child with special needs from the point of birth.  The road can seem awfully long and I applaud those parents who care for kids like this on a daily basis.  I also take my hat off to the grandparents who spend their golden years raising their grandchildren for whatever reason, but I digress.

When I was in OR I got to know a family with 2 daughters.  Our care group met at their house and the dad was the ringleader.  He also happened to work in the group I interned for in 2008.  The eldest (K) has special needs and will likely require care for the rest of her life, and the youngest (B) is currently away at college.  I got to know them both, and got along with K since I thought we were very alike (more so now that my filter is compromised), and I was also like B in that we both tend to work/study a lot.  Maybe a bit too much.  Their mom told me once that sometimes it might be hard to face a lifetime of care (when the normal way of things is to be an empty nester and eventually spoil grandkids) but in the perspective of eternity this life was actually very brief, and her expectation was that God would eventually make everything okay.  This thought took hold of me and gave me the perspective/courage I needed to leave my family and move to Africa.

I also know a family here in the D.C. area with 4 kids.  The eldest has Down’s and is a complete riot.  I only met her once, but I still hear stories about her that make me laugh.  When she was born people understandably struggled to find the right thing to say.  Some of the comments were a little too pitying to be encouraging, though, making her father glad that he was/is her dad, not anyone else.  Thankfully,  the Lord knows where to put kids like us.


8 thoughts on “Happy Mother’s Day!

  1. Hi Ning,
    God has certainly blessed you with a great family and they are blessed to have you.
    Thanks for sharing your heart and story for Mother’s Day.
    Be blessed and see you at Alice’s Saturday.
    Love in Christ, Lisa xo

  2. It’s so nice to ‘hear’ your voice again over these airwaves. I graded papers at Nordy cafe the other day, probably just as an excuse to eat there. Your presence was missing! ❤

  3. That’s a great picture of you and your mom. She’s looking very motherly … and you’re looking quite happy to be mothered.

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