May 10, 2014
This Mother's Day weekend, I want to share my perspective on mothering by way of having 3 children on the Autism spectrum.
About 16 years ago, when I first was initiated into motherhood (i.e. by being pregnant,) I thought being a mother would be easy. You really have to love the naivete of a twenty year old girl. I had watched other girls and women effortlessly give birth to amazing, perfect children and I had no doubt that I would as well. That is exactly what I did. My newborn son was the joy of my life, my raison d'etre, the apple of my eye. Everything he did was amazing and I couldn't even remember my life before him. I still treasure those early gifts of motherhood, watching your child learn and grow and being totally amazed by what you created. It was so empowering, I felt like a god. No, I was God. Next stop, reality check.
At this point you can insert my-your-our Autism intro story. Regression, blah blah blah, search for answers, blah blah, blah, diagnosis, blah.
Here is where it gets complicated; not unlike many other Autism parents, I mourned the loss of what I didn't have. I was sorrowful, I blamed myself.
I also stopped being joyful and became an emotionless task master. I threw myself into autism research and treatments. As my 2 subsequent children were also diagnosed, I started to feel less like a mother and more like a caregiver in the most disconnected sense of the word. Did I love my babies? Of course, without a doubt, but I found it very difficult to find joy in my situation.
Unfortunately I was trapped by the idea of what I perceived I lost to Autism. Children can represent so many things for parents. They are the connection between you and your mate, the unrealized dreams for the future and most importantly they are your legacy. My kids represented my footprint on this earth, my genetic contribution to the world narrative. They would carry my story long after I'm gone. Maybe. Maybe not.
Sound a little pitiful? I was.
I started to look for the meaning of Autism. Why me? Why them? Was there a greater spiritual purpose to being Autistic? I certainly would like to believe so. I don't think its my place to decide especially since I am not Autistic. I will never truly understand how my kids see the world and their place in it. It dawned on me that my sadness was inappropriate. I had allowed myself to become wrapped up in the identity of Autism. In my search and struggle for meaning I could now see that I needed to separate myself from the concept of autism, disability and ability all together.
Guess what, you don't have to live for your kids, be responsible, take care of them, yes, but you really need a life of your own, totally unrelated to your offspring.
Kudos to you who got it early on. I am not ashamed to say I didn't. Life is a journey, our experiences can take us so many different places. Places we may never have gone.
Am I tired? Yes. Am I overwhelmed? Hell yes. Is it worth it? What is "it?" If "it" is the experience of being on the ride of a lifetime, then yes. If "it" is some inane idea about sacrifice and oblation, than no. Raising children is not about sacrifice, its about responsibility. I always wanted children, I have never sacrificed anything about my life for my kids. I hate when people use sacrifice and children in the same sentence, it makes it sound like you are doing something different than 5 zillion other parents. I make adult decisions and sometimes I make child decisions, but sacrifice is for saviors and I am no savior. I'm no saint either.
My perspective has been forever altered, in a good way. I have met wonderful, amazing people that only exist in the autism world. I am blessed, because my kids will never be pawns and I can never live vicariously through their exploits. Not because they don't have them, but because I don't want to. Frankly my kids have some pretty amazing experiences and they get to do very cool things. Guess what? So do I and so will I.
I am a damn good mother. If I do say so myself. I am proud of me. My kids adore me, despite my early doubts and confusion and my crew is awesome.
How to be a mother? Be yourself. Do you. Not in the irresponsible, unfit parent way, but in the confident, loving and healthy way. Release your expectations stand back and let your children blossom. They chose you for reason.
Happy Mother's Day.
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