Right now your shoes are pretty tiny. I mean, you are giant for your age, and so they aren’t quite so tiny, like a newborn. But, they are tiny compared to mine. Right now, everything about you is small, because you are five. This means things like your giggles are heartwarming, and your smile is delicious, your laughter is contagious, and your hugs are the best. It also means, when things are hard, I can calm you down. I can pick you up. I can sit you in my lap. I can help you up when you fall.
You fit in my embrace like a mother and child were always meant to fit together.
But, time has a way of continuing on. When we want it to, and when we don’t. One day, your tiny feet are going to be bigger than mine. Our set up of shoes in the front of the house will one day have mine as the smallest, even smaller than both of my little boys’.
I know this happens to everyone, you see. But, when you have a child with special needs, it really makes you think. Will you be able to live on your own one day? Will you be able to have a job? Will you be able to start a family of your own one day? Will you be able to take care of yourself? Will you have sincere friends?
Sometimes I think to myself, God knew I’d always want a special someone to love me, and for me to love and take care of. I have wanted children since before I could even multiply by double digits in school. I think to myself, maybe God gave me this precious gift of having to care for my child longer than most. Or, maybe my child will surpass every one of my concerns, and be totally independent.
No one can predict the future, and most of us know the saying “man plans, God laughs.” Other than practical things like financial planning, and having an extra bedroom in case, I cannot know what Lucas will need as he gets older.
Sometimes I look at the idea of him needing me and my husband forever, and it seems comforting. I will know what he needs, and I will be right there to provide it.
Sometimes, if I am honest, it seems scary.
What if his behaviors are too much to handle, once he is fully grown and possibly over 6 ft tall? What if, God forbid, something happens to me? Who will know Lucas like I do? What if his brother winds up having to sacrifice a lot to take care of Lucas if I am gone? I know these things sound pretty extreme, and maybe you are thinking, why should I think about all that? Unless you have been in my shoes, don’t judge me.
When my thoughts tend to go most berserk, I remind myself, God will be there then. God has already made the way, and I need not worry, but give my worries to the Lord. I know that I don’t have to have all the answers to know that a way will be figured out somehow.
What I can say is this.
To the extent that I have control, I will be there.
I promise you this. I will love you endlessly. I will care for you endlessly. I will support you with all that I can. I will help you when you need it. I will teach you everything you can learn, to do things for yourself. But, when you can’t, and you need me, I promise you, I will be there, even when your shoes have long outgrown mine.
The title picture is the pair of a mom and son shoes next to me and Lucas putting his shoes on after his piano lesson. As we walked out they walked in. And in that moment it really sunk in, what it looks like to special need parent, long into bigger shoe sizes. The blue shoes in the picture belonged to mom, and the black shoes were her son’s. Her child was taller than me and a teenager. She was older than me, and I couldn’t help but think of how it feels to be on this journey that long.
I took the conclusion picture at a concert I went to. It was a Christian concert that I had been so excited to see. In front of me was a mom, and her adult son with special needs. She still had to hold his hand. My eyes filled with tears and I couldn’t help but think of the reality of it all. Her love was something you could feel just by being near her. But so is the tired of the journey. But it is all and always worth it. In God’s strength we press on. Amen.