Thank goodness. We can say goodbye to the Aughties. Except for me. I’m trying my best to say goodbye to the Oughties instead. Good riddance Oughties!
You know – the Oughties. He ought to be able to do this by now. He ought to be speaking in sentences. He ought to be able to say entire words and not just word beginnings. He ought to eat more than the same 6 foods he’s been eating forever. He ought to be able to get his hair/nails cut without freaking out.
I don’t actually watch the show “Desperate Housewives.” I DO, however, turn the TV to channel 211 every night before I come upstairs, because that means the DVR lets me rewind Good Morning America to the beginning to watch while I’m eating oatmeal the next morning. Last night though, I turned it, and watched about half of Desperate Housewives because I got sucked in. Remember though, I didn’t see the beginning of the show, and I don’t know the characters. Here, I’ll go to imdb.com to look up the characters because otherwise I’ll be talking about “some mom” and you won’t know, because I didn’t know. Hold on…
OK, I’m back.
So, when I turned it on, for some reason Gabrielle’s husband is trying to sneak their daughter off to camp. Something about getting her away from auditions. Blah, blah, lots of crap where mom wants daughter to be something she’s not… and eventually Gabrielle realizes that her daughter doesn’t have to do anything special to be special… she just is. Nice. I liked that.
This next part though? I literally sobbed.
So Lynette is in the hospital because something is going on with her pregnancy. She dreams about what would happen if the doctors came in and told her that the baby was going to be handicapped. How would she make it? She dreamed three separate vignettes – the first about making the baby do painful physical therapy, and I started crying then. She was upset because the baby wasn’t meeting milestones, and the therapist said something I’ve heard a bazillion times. “Don’t think about what he OUGHT to be doing. Don’t compare him to other children. You’ll drive yourself crazy doing that. Focus on HIM, and what he IS doing.” Lynette had to walk away, and her husband followed her. He told her to think about the future… to think about how she would feel if she knew she hadn’t done everything she could to help this child. Lynette walked back out to the living room, and took over again from the therapist. “I can do this,” she said.
Yeah, this is me sobbing. So teary even now that I can barely type.
The next vignette was of her son, about 10-12, who comes into the kitchen and demands a sandwich. Lynette is busy, washing dishes, and asks him to wait. Kid gets belligerent (as a pre-teen will), and eventually she tells him he can make his own sandwich. Kid has the curled hands and crutch associated with Cerebral Palsy, so I’m going with that being the disability. Lynette refuses to help him, and he does make a sandwich… with much drama (being a pre-teen) but also, with much difficulty because of his physical limitations. She stands there, gripping that sink until her knuckles are white, refusing to turn around… and he succeeds. It’s so incredibly hard for her to force him to do something difficult. We all want to make things easier for our kids.
I’ve been that mom. Both of those types of vignettes. I’ve been there. I hope I handled it that gracefully.
The last vignette is of her son graduating from law school. He thanks his mom, because she refused to give up on him.
That’s something we hope can happen someday with the J-man. Not necessarily that he go to law school… but that he understands why we push him the way we do. But that is still a long way away.
But he will succeed in his own time, and in his own way. I ought to remember that.