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Mom on a Mission: Hoping for Trust and Gratitude
To outsiders, the lives of children with disabilities can look very bleak for the children and their families. People wonder how we can cope with such dreary circumstances. Frankly, there are days when we wonder how we will cope.
Recently, a friend came upon such a day. She’s known since birth that her nearly 2-year-old daughter is profoundly deaf. But the other day, final MRI results revealed that she has no auditory nerves -- crushing any hopes of a cochlear implant or other kind of hearing assistance. My friend felt sideswiped by grief as she suddenly realized how tightly she’d been holding on to the hope of some intervention to bring her daughter sound.
Thus began a profound conversation about hope and grief, expectations and trust. I used to think that hope would get us through tough times. But now I think hope may be a dangerous place to hang your hat.
Consider my friend’s daughter. Her hearing is the same as it’s always been. The only thing that changed is her parents’ awareness of what that is. Each time we get bad news about our children’s condition, nothing has really changed – just our knowledge of it. Our knowing or not knowing usually will not stop what is to be. The grief is not about a new condition or situation; it is about our lost hopes.
When hopes are really expectations of how things should and will be, we are setting ourselves up for grief when those expectations are not met. We have no control over how things will be. The future will unfold as it is meant to – regardless of our “shoulds”, expectations, and hopes.
So what do we do with our hope? We use hope as a compass to direct our path and give substance to our vision. But we temper precarious hope with gratitude and trust. Trust that whatever comes will be just as it must be. Trust that we will endure any trial that comes our way. Trust that for everything that appears bad, there is goodness on the underside. Gratitude for that good -- for the new understandings and insights that can be found under every obstacle and tragedy in our path. Gratitude for the wonderful gift that is our child.
When we find ourselves weary and stooped under the weight of our worries, when our instinct is to hold tightly to hope with eyes clenched shut and a white-knuckled grip, our despair can be lifted with a combination of trust and gratitude. Open your eyes, soften your grip, trust, allow, and be thankful for what is.
Michele Westmaas is a mom, a wife, and an advocate for people with disabilities.
Contact Michele by email at momonamission@verizon.net.
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