What keeps you going?

What is it that keeps you going as you care for your child full-time? Part of my inner pep talk comes from a book I read when Daniel was a baby, Changed by a Child, by Barbara Gill. When I'm really tiring out and starting to wonder how I can keep up, I think of her words.

She writes, "The physical acts we perform for our children easily become tiresome chores. Our son is seven and we still have to dress him; at fourteen we are helping with the shampoo, the bath, putting the special lotion on the very dry skin. He is well beyond age one and we are still feeding him and will be for years to come..."

"There are days when we think we cannot do another feeding or give one more bath. And then there are those moments when we give ourselves completely in response to our child's need...We know the intimacy of placing food in another person's mouth...We are not just putting on a shirt; we are consciously touching another person with love. When we surrender ourselves to these acts of physical caring, we experience love; we are healed and made strong."

When I hear him calling me on a Saturday morning and I'd really rather lie in bed awhile longer, that passage often comes to mind. Surrender. When I give up my ideas of how things "should" be, or might have been, or how much better or easier someone else has it, I can get into the zone. He needs me. He needs me every single day in very basic, life sustaining ways. I don't want to glorify his disability. Yet I also want to shine light on how beautiful our relationship is. It's a balance I'm aiming for.

I could easily let my thoughts overwhelm me if I dwell too long on just how dependent Daniel is on me. I am responsible for all of his physical routines such as eating and bathing as well as moving and lifting him. I support him financially. My job pays the bills, and the little I get from other sources wouldn't even cover a months worth of diapers and food.

It's not good to be without a back-up, but that's where I am right now. I have a little bit of state help in the form of a personal caregiver who enables me to get out the door in the morning for work before his school bus comes. If he's sick, I'm the one who has to stay home and miss work. The buck stops here every single time. That's ok, and yet it's not. I know I have to build a network and have supports in place. That's a topic for another post, though, and one I've touched on before.

Today I'm just grateful that I read that book when he was so small. It really affected the way I frame the experience Daniel and I are living. Is it stretching things to say that it's a privilege to be so enmeshed in caring for him? I don't think so.

So, back to my original question. It's one I really want answers to. What is it that keeps you going?