The mothers over there. They stand together, smiling, laughing, exchanging stories. They look up occasionally to scan for their child, and resume talking without much of a second thought about their child playing. They talk about regular things. Kindergarten next year. The play date they might have this weekend.
We stand over here. We stand close to our children. We know they might hurt themselves or someone else, or break a serious rule, or run away, or into the street or parking lot. We know that at a moment’s notice we have to be ready for a meltdown, that you will think you relate to, but you can’t.
The mothers over there. They share their regular lives. They don’t think twice about it. They see us over here, and probably don’t think twice about that either. But I think twice. I think to myself, what will this be like in a few years. When our kids are older, will you still say hi to us? Will your children still want to know and be friends with Lucas? Will they accept him with his differences in interests and personality? Will they listen to his latest obsessive interest? Will they entertain his odd requests for how to play? Will you say hi to me? Will it be out of obligation? Will it be genuine? Will I be able to look away from him long enough to answer and converse? Or will I just wave, smile, and nod, and look back at him?
We stand over here, as the differences between special needs and typical begin to get larger. We stay close as you are able to slowly separate from your children. We know what can happen if we don’t. Siblings begin to trickle out to the yard. Over there, you greet them, and converse. We still can’t take our eyes off our kiddos with extra needs. Our children’s siblings have gotten used to not being able to talk until we are in a safer place.
This is a walk the whole family does together. Together we are strong, but together we are also quite separate. We stand over here, because the differences are going to show their face in one way or another, despite our efforts to unite. My child has many extra needs. My child needs significantly extra supervision. Your child will outgrow this stage. And that will forever separate us. All I wish is that as the differences become more apparent, your efforts to be a part of our life, and to include us, grow at the same rate.