I haven’t been blogging about Taylor much lately. Part of it is because the business has kept us hopping for the past several months. In this economy, I’m not complaining. It also allowed The Bossman and me to take a much needed 5 day vacation to the Oregon Coast…Seaside to be exact. Just he and I. It was bliss.
The above picture was taken on one of our many drives. I’m already to go back. Taylor actually stayed with her sister so that was great.
Okay, so on to why my title is what it is. Somehow I ended up following and reading a lot of blogs that involved children with Down’s Syndrome. I think it’s because it’s the closet thing I can get to what Taylor has. However, the only thing that really puts her in that group is an extra chromosome. Taylor’s just happens to be #9.
Trisomy 9p is one of the rare chromosome syndromes. So it’s not like I’m going to find a lot of bloggers with a child with the same diagnosis. Then there is Taylor’s age. She’s 21 years old. She wasn’t supposed to live this long and I’m thankful every day that she’s here. Yes were are dealing with new and serious health issues, but I’ve had her for 21 years.
I’ve tried to help out the blogs I follow with things I’ve learned in the long time I’ve been mom to a special needs child. Sometimes I think I come across as a “know-it-all” and I am not.
But I also realize that things change so quickly in the special needs world. What was once standard procedure when Taylor was little is now considered outdated.
Now I’m running into issues that never crossed my mind when Taylor was little. The fact that my being her mother did not automatically let me make her medical and life decisions when she turned 18 was a surprise to me. Spending over $1300 just for a court to say that my profoundly, developmentally disabled child was not capable of caring for herself therefore needed a legal guardian & that I needed to be approved for that role, shocked me.
After 21 years of caring & loving my child, I now needed approval from the state? Yep, you do.
I would give anything if I’d had access to computers & blogs when Taylor was little. But that was in the “old days”. *laughs* Please don’t think I feel sorry for myself or anything. I just needed to get this out. I think it was what was keeping me from blogging regularly and I miss that.
Also, if I follow your blog, please know that I always read them. I may comment very infrequently but when I do, it’s because I feel like I can help or at least add to the dialogue. I want my comments to be more than “oh, that’s a cute pic”.
I think I’m rambling now. That’s what happens when you just start typing and letting all your pent up thoughts just blurt out with typed words.
And just because she’s cute, I’ll leave you with a picture of the reason I do blog…