When you throw a stone into a still pond, it does not just experience its own flight and crash landing into a body of water where it slowly travels through the body of water. The moment it breaks the surface of the body of water the entire pond is changed as ripples spread outward from the point of contact. In ways microscopic or visible, the pond will never be exactly the same again for having been touched by the stone and the ripples spread out further than it seems possible.
In many ways, based upon my experiences growing up, having a child with serious chronic illnesses is like throwing stones into a pond. Some of the effects are clearly visible, like ripples on the water, but others exist below the surface. Some are beautiful like the sunlight dancing on the gentle swaying water, and other are darker like silty mud rising from the bottom and swirling in the once clear water. One thing is clear though, and that is that the ripple effects extend farther than most people would imagine and in ways many would never even consider.
My family was the pond, and I was the one who seemed to constantly be attracting stones to our water. Beginning in infancy (see previous post about The Battlefield), I was medically complex and required a high level of care. For me, this was my normal because I had known no other life, but it caused ripples in the pond of my family. Across the years of my childhood and into my adulthood stones fell, and yet it was not until relatively recently that I truly became introspective and aware enough to begin to see how the ripples and paths of these stones impacted my entire family. I had believed that because it was just a part of my life that I accepted and did not concern myself too much with (until this latest illness that changed the rules of the game), they were the same way. A little egocentric thinking there, which is unusual for me.
I want to spend a few posts over the next week or two looking at the impact, positive and negative, the challenges and rewards that living with and raising and being a part of a family with a child who had (and an adult who has) significant medical needs brought/brings to my family. We are only one family, but we are one family that has been on a long journey!
September 2, 2009 at 12:59 PM
Okya... tell us more about the new picture-- is that you and your brother from long ago?
September 2, 2009 at 1:29 PM
Heh. I was wondering the same thing, Stacey, but I don't think Dora was around when Bethany was a kid. No?
LOVE the stone-ripple analogy. Deep in my archives (well in the first six months of the blog in 2007) I did a post titled 'Increments' using the symbolism of a rippling-drop into the water.
Barbara
September 2, 2009 at 3:23 PM
The picture is of my two nieces from last summer. I started it by telling Little Bit (the smaller of the two - I call her Little Bit because ever since infancy she has had such a HUGE attitude for such a little bitty thing) refused to put on her night-time pull up so I told her I was going to wear it as a hat. She then put it on correctly, without a fight, but we decided the entire family needed new hats. I have pictures of my brother and sister in law, both nieces, and myself wearing pull up hats. :) Little Bit starts Kindergarten this fall and her sister Princess is starting 5th grade. They agree with my philosophy to throw convention out the window and just have fun. When I used to watch them we would go puddle jumping (finding mud puddles to jump in on purpose) and we had a wicked cool shaving cream fight that started with sensory play for Little Bit (she is typically developing but I like to give little kids all sorts of fun experiences). Little Bit is trying to transition herself from Dora because someone told her it was for little kids and she is now a big kid, so she is working her way into Disney princesses but still secretly loves Dora. :)
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