"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future"
Jeremiah 29:11
This post has been brewing for awhile, years maybe....this will be long and jumbled, it probably should be broken into 4 or 5 posts, but I'm just not sure how to do that!
Over the years I have surrounded myself with wonderful friends, friends who are low on drama and very good with supporting me and leading good lives. The kind of people I am proud to call my friends. Along with them, I of course have my family. You can't choose your family, but if I could, I'd still pick them!
I feel that over the past 4 years, it has been very easy for me to see God working in the lives of my friends and family. Especially over the last 6 months to a year, several of my close friends have gone back to church, and gotten more involved in their perspective religions. I have seen them go from impossible situations, and come out the other side beautifully....not that I ever doubted they would. There are certain situations that I have worried over and prayed for, only to have them eventually turn out way better than I could have imagined...again, more proof in my mind that God had His divine plan for each one of these people, and their steadfast faith led them to that plan. So why is it so hard for me to see His hand on my life?? Why is it that I often find myself questioning every hardship, wishing He had put me on a completely different path, thinking that surely this can not be the plan He had set for me before I was born...
Before I freak anyone out, it's not like I sit around and feel this way all the time! I am generally a very happy person; I have just always felt like I could hear God's voice leading me in my life, and for months now, I don't hear it...I know that He is still talking, I am just not listening...this is just what I am struggling with right now.
So, here is proof that I have started to listen...a few weeks ago I went back to church....how terrible and beautiful that it took the death of sweet Samuel (and the beautiful way his family gave him back to God) to lead me back to church...so that week in the church bulletin there was an advertisement for a small faith group. This is something I have always wanted to join. People always complain that the Catholic faith never allows opportunities to really read the Bible and discuss viewpoints, or really get to know others in our faith (NOT true, by the way, just ask my mom-lol!! she is a wealth of information on our faith). But anyways, I tried ReNew a few years ago, and I just didn't feel it, but I decided to try this. The same week, there was an advertisement for the annual Family Day (which actually hadn't happened the past two years due to construction on the church). So I made the decision to go to those two events, so we could get more involved at church. At the Family Day, I saw a few people that I used to be in youth group with; one of them sent me an invitation to the church's Young Adult ministry, which recently started at our church. Family Day was a flop otherwise; it was way too hot for Tucker to be outside, so we left soon after meeting a few people.
So just from going to church a few times, I found out about two ministries that I hope to be very involved in...so that's progress.
What I want to focus on for this post is that I don't expect to get my answers any time soon. Since Tucker's birth, I have asked tough questions over and over...and I often don't get the answers until years later. For many of the questions, I will not find answers on this side of heaven.... I look back at many points in Tucker's life, and I can see God leading my heart and Tucker's doctors or other people in a certain way....but I just usually don't see it at the time.
There were many times, when a certain nurse would ask a question, or a new doctor would look at his file, and try something new with Tucker that would change his life...and each time I knew God sent them. The nurse who was new on Tucker's case and casually suggested we move Tucker's Valium dose from 4 am to 6pm?? Yeah, she gave us months of time with our son! Before that, he literally slept all day and his night nurse got way more out of him than I ever did. My friend Kristin suggesting to me that Tucker see a developmental pediatrician, which I had never heard of. Then months and months of me asking everyone if that even existed in Louisiana-after months of people saying no, I finally got a "yes." Then after weeks of phone tag to find her, and 5 months waiting for an appointment, this is the doctor who looked us in the eyes and said "there is something going on with your son that has nothing to do with prematurity." Which led us to genetic and metabolic testing, and eventually to Dr K in Houston....what a blessing my friend Kristin gave me with that suggestion!
I really do have lists and lists of these instances, but in the hard moments, it is still tough for me to recall them.
One of the main questions is always: "Why is this happening to me? to my son?" This has never been actually answered. But some of my excuses or reasons why it should NOT be us have been refuted.
1. "We are too young, too inexperienced in life, not ready at all to fight this fight."
The answer came back: "your youth gives you energy, and you'll need that. You haven't lived long enough to know how else it should be...you don't have preconceived plans or too many financial strains...you can sit at the bedside of your sick baby for hours at a time...and continue to do this for almost a year...an older person with a fulltime job or other children couldn't have done that. You have many years left to fight, and so does your son. Take your cues from him...he already knows how to fight this fight...learn from him."
2. Our family had so many hopes and dreams for this child...how can we possibly sit by and watch them go unfulfilled? Not only Chris and me...I mean grandparents, greatgrandparents, more aunts and uncles than I can count....how could this happen to a family who was (and is) so ready to give this child a long, full, happy life?
The answer came back: "you will dream new dreams. And you will work harder than you have ever worked to reach them. You will learn that those dreams were never meant for Tucker, I have My own special plan for him. Tucker was not sent here just for your family, but for so much more. Your family has so so much love to give...not all kids get to experience that. Most people don't understand special children, even when they are in their own family. Your family is different, and therefore will get the gift of Tucker. Parents of special needs children need more support than they can ever get, and your family will learn how to help you. Tucker will need the love and understanding of every grandparent, aunt, and uncle to be who he needs to become...that's why Tucker was given to such a big family...he needs all of you."
I have read this on another mom's blog, and it really applies to me as well: I was living life to the fullest long before my child was born...I think somehow I "knew" how to pack a rich life into a short time as possible. I have always loved school, and through Chris, I learned that school came very easy to me. I always thought that I made A's because I worked hard, but really, I was very blessed. I helped Chris make it through high school (no I never wrote his papers for him, as several teacher confronted us about!), but he worked very hard to graduate. He wasn't sure what to do after high school, while I went to LSU and declared a major of Political Science right away. I participated in many activities in school, I spent my first summer in London and Paris, as well as attending Res Life conferences in Oklahoma and North Carolina my freshman year. I graduated in 3 years, in a hurry to get somewhere, lol, not really sure where!
Chris took longer to decide, but then found HVAC technical school and did very well. Chris finished school six months after I did, but got a full-time, "real" paying job way before me...in fact, I still don't have one:) "Our" plan was never ever for him to be the only breadwinner, but his skills and practical knowledge have put him in that position while I have taken care of Tucker. While he worked, I sat at Tucker's bedside and waited for him to come home. I dealt with DMEs and home nursing, and coordinated many, many appointments. After Tucker was a year old, things settled down (well, in our terms) and I started graduate school. This is another part of my life that I really saw God's hand at work. Of course we would have never asked for such a sick child...but because Tucker was early, and so sick, we had full time nursing at home, 12 hours a day. While I knew other preemie moms who had no choice but to stay home with their little ones for the first few scary years, I had several hours a week to myself to pursue a graduate degree. Many people must have questioned this decision, or thought it was crazy. I have worked with special needs kids and adults as summer jobs through college and after college, and I had seen caregiver burn-out first hand...it was not pretty, for the caregivers or their children....I had to keep some part of "me", and nothing was more "me" than school.
The following year I got a part time internship researching policy, as well as a part-time graduate research assistantship. So for that year, I worked full-time, attended school full-time, and coordinated Tucker's care. By this point, the money from my jobs really helped; having the nursing also helped Tucker, as the nurses pushed him for therapy goals harder than I ever could! I was (and still am) such a pushover mom.
But by the end of my graduate program, we had no choice but for me to stay home with Tucker. I did not embrace this role; in fact, I was pretty upset! As everyone planned to interview for fulltime jobs, or get promoted at their current jobs for earning a graduate degree, I planned to become a fulltime stay-at-home (for the 2 hours a day we weren't at therapy or doctors appointments) mom. We knew that financially it would literally take an act of God for this to be a reality...and over and over He has provided extra jobs, overtime, and benefits for Tucker's care.
So at this point, I began asking: "Why was I allowed the opportunity to earn a Master's Degree, in a program that I really loved, and then not be able to use it to support my family?"
The answer comes back, "Tucker needs you at home right now. You have two degrees, taking some time out will not take those degrees away. So many parents have no idea what services are available to their children, what insurance companies really cover, how to deal with the school system to best provide for their children, and really understand the policies that affect their children; you understand all of this. You will still feel overwhelmed when you read an IEP, but you have the ability to process that type of information, and that is a true gift. You are not intimidated by doctors and nurses, you know to ask them tough questions and second guess every decision they make and every piece of information they give you. That is also a true gift that will help your son....you don't realize it now, but Tucker's fight is just beginning.....The time will come when you will use your degrees to support your son...he will need costly care for the rest of his life, and you will always treasure this time you spent with him, and the huge difference it made in his development. You may not even see this for years, but someday you will realize this was also part of My plan."
After the first few meetings of the small faith groups, I have learned (or re-learned, I guess) quite a bit.
God gave me special graces at my Baptism to help me fill out His plan for me. When I was a baby, my parents brought me to church to have me baptized; my Godparents blessed me and agreed to help my parents raise me and teach me about Jesus. Those graces are still with me today; my parents and Godparents had no idea that the baby they held was going to eventually become "Tucker's Mom," but God knew....and that means something to me.
I have also re-learned that the hardest times, the times when I want to just give it all up, are when I need to ask Jesus for the strength to keep going...that is when I am figuratively on the cross myself, and my suffering could never compare to what Jesus suffered....I am to offer it all up to Him, and somehow, everytime I do that, I feel better and refreshed....able to keep going.
I know that God has amazing plans for Tucker and our family....thank you all for being part of them.