Showing posts with label Bernie Smith. Show all posts
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Monday, March 18, 2024

Swiftie Sisters, the Swindler, and a Bedroom Fit for a Teen

Happy World Down Syndrome Day!

March 21, 2024

Unlike becoming a parent of neurotypical children, parents of children with Down syndrome must consider the future in sometimes helpful and unnecessary ways. And that starts at birth. The fact remains that we must work a little harder to secure a place in this world for our children who will grow into adults. We search out meaningful ways for them to engage in their communities, keep them eligible for essential supportive and life-sustaining benefits, and prepare them to eventually live someplace without us. I’ve used this blog to document certain important milestones, and lessons learned over the years. We’ve enjoyed a relatively uneventful and typical number of years going to school, getting to activities, and playing with friends. Hence, blogging just slipped by the wayside. Honestly, it’s been lovely having the quiet and fun years (dare I say that) of four kids in their teenage years just enjoying life.

Although Mrazian by superfan standards, I certainly make room for other artists and it was about the time of Bernie’s final and triumphant discharge of her first year in September of 2008 that Taylor Swift released “Love Story.” I think I listened to that song every single day driving Izzy to kindergarten. It was my only break in the day to be alone and on the ride back home with no one else around, singing out those lyrics made me feel on top of the world. Just as Taylor flipped the script on the tale of Romeo and Juliet, Bernie's story flipped into an unlikely tale of survival and connection. Parenting dished out one heck of a year and finally getting home after 220 days in the hospital was an incredibly overwhelming feeling of love and connection after so much uncertainty and extreme stress. After posting about Congenital Heart Defect Awareness week around Valentine's Day, people would comment that “Bernie’s love story is one of my favorite love stories.” Mine too. If you are new to Bernie’s story, you can find that chapter here.  And if you want the Friday the 13th Prequel to our story, check that out here.

While I flooded the house with the music of Jason Mraz, my children wanted to listen to Taylor Swift. Her career has spanned the entirety of their childhood. The “Big Three” were growing up finding and making their own music. Check out the episode below I call “Busking with Beezer” where Izzy was apparently raising money for Down syndrome with her fake guitar at the end of the driveway. Izzy is our family's original Swiftie.


Here we are in the next transition into adulthood. The sisters are finding their way to and through college. (Sidebar announcement: Sadie was recently admitted to the University of Michigan and will attend the Stamp’s School of Art and Design, and eventually transfer into the School of Architecture-Go Blue!). The older sisters are living on their own, forging new relationships, and deciding on career paths. At 16 years old, we’ve reached an important point in time where we are asked by everyone involved in Bernie’s educational experience and medical care to consider how we will choose to engage in a totally adult world with Bernie. And so much of that depends on who Bernie is, what she wants in life, and what gives her satisfaction and joy. The answers unfortunately are not easy or clear at this point in time. Career paths and options for group and/or independent living for people with Down Syndrome are limited.

In short, a few words we’ve learned over the last few months that resonate with her are Culver’s and Taylor Swift. Not necessarily the endgame or final thoughts on the matter, but certainly it’s becoming a process to tap this information from a sweet and sometimes grumpy young lady (total teenager through and through), who chooses her words very carefully and would rather sit quietly in her bedroom and listen to music. She knows most every pop artist, the titles of the songs, and most every lyric. If you can catch her singing in an animated way, consider it a treat!

Bedrooms are tentative spaces. Soon after our return home in September of 2008, Bernie was able to move into the bedroom we could truly call hers. Trust me I thought about what would become of this room if we weren’t able to bring her home that year. Surely it was quite likely that over 20 episodes of cardiac arrest made that a realistic possibility in that first year. We could now fill her room with all the things that defined her and give her a space to rest, explore, feel love, and become a little girl.

Now at sixteen, that little girl bedroom is something Bernie has outgrown. She’s always loved the color pink and making that the color of her walls has been the plan for as long as I can remember.

So a couple of other things that are important to the story happened last fall. First of all, I enrolled Bernie in Open Spot Theater, are unique opportunity for people with different abilities to have a positive experience on the stage both individually and with the larger group. Getting up in front of people has always been a challenge for Bernie. If you really need the backstory on this, you can watch her first time on stage here. Signing her up for this class was something of a risky move. The last session was all about each student getting on stage to perform something that meant something to them. It would take a combination of very special forces to get Bernie up there.

Not long after that first class, some of the other parents and I decided to take our daughters to the Taylor Swift movie when it opened.  My daughter Sadie spent her last day of high school traveling to New Jersey to see one of the Eras Tour shows and we knew this was fascinating to Bernie. Attending the film of the concert was a game changer.  Bernie was laser focused for three hours and absorbed every second of the performance. 


As we drove home, Bernie requested to hear "Willow." It was right about that time she made the decision about what she would perform for her talent show for Open Spot Theater. After some weeks of work, the purchase of a remote control light up beach ball, and lots of direct encouragement, you can see for yourself how seeing this movie and having this music motivated Bernie (the first 20 seconds are really all you need-for real).


And it didn't stop there! Taylor Swift's music not only inspired the above performance, and it also became a tool to get her moving. With her phone also came an old Fitbit with her new step goal to complete 7,000 steps in a day. The movie inspired Bernie to try some of her own new, rad dance moves in a space of her choosing around the house to get some exercise. No small task for someone built for comfort like the Bern! 

It was about that time that a friend of mine posted on Facebook that she had four tickets to a Taylor Swift concert in Indianapolis November 2 this fall.  That would be right after Bernie's birthday in October! After scheming and thinking and dreaming a little, my sister said she would meet us there and buy two of the tickets to make this idea of taking Bernie to a real Taylor Swift concert a reality.  We were getting fired up! I told her I would take them. She didn't get back to me right away so after a few days I decided to text her.  I was ready to make this plan happen! 

Her quick text reply made my heart sink.  She said that wasn't her and her Facebook account was hacked and under NO circumstance should I send money to her through Facebook. Bernie never found out about the birthday plan, but in this few months since the film, I've proclaimed my own Swiftie status and was quite enamored with the idea of going to the show. And that likelihood just went down the toilet. Thank goodness I never sent the money. It made me realize we needed a new way to engage with Taylor Swift. 

A leaking shower above Bernie's room forced a premature dive into renovating Bernie's room in  January.  Drywall and pink paint hit the wall and the talk of doing a Taylor Swift inspired bedroom became the idea we wanted to pursue.  After all, the colors in the movie poster certainly aligned with Bernie's request for pink walls. A trip to Ikea for some new accessories, a silver "Taylor's Heart" hand heart statue, and some sparkle curtains were instant hits. 

But what to do for the wall art? Our family has never been hip to pedestrian wall hangings for our own home. The items we hang have very personal significance and are most often prints from places we've traveled, photos and art of/by people we love, or creations we've put time and thought into making ourselves. Maybe we would paint something in the color palate of the movie poster? Maybe it was paper cutting or some artistic rendition of the original covers?

This is the first year that we are unable to take a trip all together for spring break.  A few reasons. A major furnace repair, three kids in college, ridiculous airfare prices, and the tiresome drive to Florida to name a few.  Yet college kids come home sooner.  My next idea was taking shape: What if our family's original Swiftie (who happens to physically resemble her to boot) would pose with her sister for some new "interactions with Taylor Swift" and we could remake Taylor's album covers with our own twist? When presented with the idea, Izzy was all in!

And so it goes.  It's just what we had to do. It was a lot of fun. We found our own way to engage with Taylor Swift and it just so happens to be two of my four great loves doing the smiling and interacting-the greatest gift for a parent who loves photos. And in true Taylor Swift style, there are some advocacy "Easter eggs" hidden in each one with some nods to other favorite memories and people that you can catch at the bottom of this blog entry.




 

 




If you “are what you listen to“ I’d love to take this opportunity to say thank you to Taylor Swift for a few things. Thank you for the gift of song that gets our kids moving and feeling, trying new things, taking reasonable risks, and having fun.  Thank you for giving girls permission to love their mothers especially in those awkward years when parents can be perceived as less than cool. Bernie sat in the car the other day and showed me "Taylor's Heart" as she held her hands up for the first time against her chest to show me this signature move. It was awesome.  And that's something for which I am truly grateful. Taylor's heart is truly present in everything she does and she is an amazing person who has inspired a generation of strong women and people thoughtful of being on the right side of history.  And she is an incredible songwriter! And a thank you to Taylor's parents, Andrea and Scott. As March is also Parenting Awareness Month, it's only appropriate to honor their work as well in all of this.  So happy to have Taylor's likeness and energy alive in my kids. Can't wait to see where it takes us next. 

Thanks for following along and reimagining the possibilities, relationships, and interactions for people with Down syndrome in this world!  

Long live the walls we crashed through
I had the time of my life with you
Long, long live the walls we crashed through
How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you
And I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made"
And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid
Singing long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
And long, long live the look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders
One day, we will be remembered

-an excerpt from "Long Live", Taylor Swift




Keep scrolling for the Easter eggs/ advocacy messages explained! 

Here's the new Taylor Swift Inspired bedroom!

 



 












Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Jason Mraz and the Battle Hymn of the Hospital Mom

So I made an effort to end the summer on an absolute personal high note by driving a ridiculous number of hours to go see one of my favorite singer/performers: Mr. Jason Mraz.

 After months of petitioning friends and pestering pals to go to the concert in Detroit from Traverse City, I found a taker. Remember Bernie's friend, Hattie Jo? Well,  Hattie Jo's mom, Jen, and I made the trek. Another trip to the Detroit area? In the summer?  Most in the north find that a preposterous idea. After all, we do live in the most beautiful place in America and to leave to go downstate is somewhat blasphemous, especially if you're not going to visit family or attend a majorly personal event. Didn't matter.


We were going. And while our kiddos find great satisfaction in hanging out together, so do we.



So what the heck does a Jason Mraz concert have to do with Bernie and life with a kid with Down syndrome and all of the other subsequent issues? Quite a bit actually and not really at all what I was thinking in initially making plans for the trip. First of all, moms who have kids with Down syndrome have a great outlook and get out to do some pretty cool things. We have friends everywhere. Worlds again ended up colliding as high school pals, Black River pals, Traverse City pals, new friends, and even a Mott employee or two came together to listen to the joyful musical wisdom of Mr. Mraz in Detroit at the end of August.



It's no secret amongst parents of kids with Down syndrome that, contrary to the name itself, these kiddos have the propensity to help us find incredible joy in the world beyond that of our more typical children once you get over the shock that so many seem to get stuck in. They are immensely capable of reminding us of the simple, small stuff that really matters.



And the music of Jason Mraz is in the same light. His music is positive, well written, composed to include a range of styles and vocal skills, sometimes has a shock or two to make you think or giggle, and leaves you with your toes tapping and your voice singing along.  You leave at the end of the concert wondering what the heck could really have been wrong in the first place and with a greater appreciation of everyone and everything around you.  If you're not smiling when you leave, then you need to just go see him or listen to him more often. Kind of reminds me of Bernie. As my dad says, "If she can't make you smile and melt your heart, then there's something wrong with you." I have to say I agree...

For those of you who are not super Mraz fans like Jen and I, this tour was to celebrate Jason's lastest "Love is a Four Letter Word" album.  We even bought Jason a Michigan Love t-shirt to give to him at the concert (click here for the M-22 store to order. You will not see these shirts on sale online yet for some reason, but maybe this article in the Wall Street Journal about them may help you know why). Thanks to the guys at the M-22 store for the discount and enthusiasm for our plan to give Jason this shirt. We both agreed to put on the capes of our less inhibited and bolder inner 18-year-olds and come hell or high water, we were going to get this shirt to him on stage.

The couple who took our picture with the shirt before the concert seemed to think we were a little crazy and disillusioned in thinking we were going to hand deliver this shirt to him during the show. The security guards tried to tell us another way to get the shirt to him, but that really was not going to work.  We drove a total of 500 miles to see this show. They just didn't understand.

And dance. Boy did we dance. We seemed to have super springs in our feet that even the people who were front row and center stage did not possess.  I think Jason Mraz appreciated our super spirit for he shot us a few glances of gratitude immediately into the first songs when everyone else just kind of stood there waiting for the "big hits".

He plays center stage and stage left. About 3/4 of the way through the show he approaches stage right with a chair. He began a little dialog about how the shape of the state of Michigan is so awesome because it's like the "high five of America".  He sat down to play a nice mellow tune. This was the opportunity to get that shirt on stage if there ever was one. The security guard denied me access around my row of seats to get closer and told me I was NOT going to give Jason the shirt in my hands. Just another person who did not understand. On to Plan C.

The ladies in the one row blocking us from being immediately in front of Jason agree to let us climb over their seats. Remember the inner 18-year-olds? One of these nice ladies told us that she just bought a bumper sticker with that "Michigan Love" logo the weekend before. We had her vote. Onward and over!

The song was in the last few lines and I got close enough to launch the shirt on the floor right in front of his guitar. Boom! He looks down and studies what has landed before him. As people clap at the end of the song, he picks it up and exclaims to all 15,000 people, "Look, it's a shirt with a high five!" He then looked right at me and said, "Thank you so much!" and did the same in sign language. All of the musicians and band members came out to sing "Hidden Track" right there on stage right while I lifted off to cloud nine. Sorry, there are no photographs of him with the shirt except for below during the "Hidden Track" performance. Right there next to his left foot. I just enjoyed the moment. And it was awesome. Or as any Mraz fan would sing along: A-W-E-S-O-M-E.




But then Jason was suddenly overshadowed. Sorry. He was. Even after all that with the shirt. In that one row of seats in front of us and next to those two nice ladies who let us climb over their seats was a young girl with special needs and her family.  She was obviously wheel chair bound for her dad held her the entire concert and for whatever reason, her wheel chair was not part of the concert landscape. This was a big deal for their family because I noticed her earlier in the concert and there were many photos being taken. I even made eyes with her at one point in the show and told her how happy I was that she was there.  I think I even signed "I love you to her" because I could see such happiness in all of their faces for which I held her fully responsible. She kept reaching back for me and looking at me, smiling. Their family was there enjoying the show because of her. And from what I understand within my own secret society, they were truly there to celebrate.



Jason came out for the encore, and yes, as I said, he was overshadowed as he played for all 15,000 of us. It was his song "I Won't Give Up".  Maybe you've heard it. At first listen, the song sounds like it's just about the dedication of a man to his wife or girlfriend who believes in their relationship, but after listening more, it's wildly interpretive. Here are the lyrics. It's inspiring. The hospital mom inside me heard this song and saw this family all holding hands, swaying and singing (as documented in the above photo) and watched with singularly focused joy for them. She told the 18-year-old to cool her jets and pay attention. The determination it can take to get down the road with a child with special needs can be difficult, but, wow, so worth it. I mean, look at the dad. He's SO happy!

And those people who took our photo with the t-shirt before the concert? They found us afterward in the parking lot and were so excited we actually did it. Jen went back to the M-22 store here in Traverse City and told them of our successful mission. Everyone in the store gave her a high five.

I close with a portion of the lyrics from that last song, "I Won't Give Up" or otherwise titled "Battle Hymn of the Mom Who Has a Child with Special Needs"...

I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make

Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts we got Yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end you're still my friend, at least we did intend for us to work
We didn't break, we didn't burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not
And who I am.

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
Still looking up...

I won't give up on us
God knows I'm tough, He knows
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up...
 
Keep looking up!  We'll have a report on the big 5th birthday coming up in a few weeks as well as Bernie's next echo on October 9 back at Mott. Thanks for reading along.

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