Thursday, July 17, 2014

A road to happily ever after

Sam is tired. I am tired, too. It has been a long, stressful hour.  

We are both tired and wary warriors fighting separate yet related battles. We've fought this battle before. We know it well. Neither of us wants to be in this dark place. But here we are. I watch the troubled look in Sam’s eyes. I see him begin to lash out and quickly restrain himself. I see his pain. For the next twenty minutes we repeat this sequence many times.

After an impressively long string of near perfect behavior, Sam has inexplicably changed, defaulting to unpredictable actions. The prevailing mood is tense. Where did this come from?

I step back and wait. There is quiet. As suddenly as the behavior began it is over. Within minutes, a seizure follows. Was that behind the unexpected behavior? The answer is perhaps locked in Sam’s mind. He cannot or will not tell me.

Sam looks up at me from the seizure, confused. Finally he speaks: “Tongue hurts.” “I’m sorry.” I respond automatically as I help him. He has no memory of the seizure. He does remember the behavior. In acknowledgement he offers up, “Sorry Mommy. Sorry Josh. Sorry Mr. Dog.” In the next hour he will apologize to just about everyone he knows.  Perhaps even some he doesn’t.

A friend points out that 135 days of near perfect behavior is amazing for any person; she is right. I know this. Still I am sad. I want the impossible. I want happily ever after. I want the fairy tale.

I watch Sam settle. I say a silent prayer that this is a brief detour; a blip. I will it to be so. The chorus of “Sorry Mommy, sorry Josh” plays its final round. This is a positive sign I think. I hope.  Exhausted from the behavior, exhausted from the seizure, a moment later he is fast asleep.


We wake the following morning to find the sun is shining once more. The sun continues to shine on the days that follow. They bring continued calm, new hope. I remind myself we are a work in progress, there are no fairy tales. We will never travel a straight line, there will be bumps, twists and turns. 

We will find our way.






2 comments:

  1. I like to think of our stories more appropriately categorized as 'fractured fairy tales'. They may not be quite as romantic, but they are still entertaining. Glad to have found you along our brick road... whatever colors it may be.

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    1. I guess that's why I called it "a road" rather than "the road." I am convinced there are pockets of happily ever after out there, and we all find them in different ways, in different places. Maybe not entirely sustainable, but achievable a least for periods along the way. To borrow a line from Dr. Suess, "Oh the people you'll meet…" That's the bonus. Finding friends along the way.

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