Happy Birthday to My Greatest Teacher

Ten years ago, less one day, just minutes before midnight, I was wheeled into an operating room, having just been told that my baby had to be taken out of me. The first thing I said, was, “It’s too soon!!” as I bawled. I was only 32 weeks and 6 days along in the pregnancy (and yes, I knew exactly what day he was conceived).

I was assured that the baby would be fine; although he would have to be flown down to the big city to a higher level NICU. As the doctor went to work, cutting me open and taking my baby out, I wondered when she was going to start. It’s not like on TV, when they announce to the world that they are cutting. And when the baby was taken out, I was not given a peek or a look or anything. He went directly to the pediatrician on call, who checked his vitals and monitored his breathing. It was only when I heard a squeak and thought how odd it was to hear a mouse, that I suddenly realized my son was trying to cry. I bawled again, but this time it was because I knew he was going to be fine. Somehow, I just knew he was ok. It was five minutes past midnight. He was now officially a 33 weeker.

Little Man at a whopping 19 days old and six pounds.

The first thing my son taught me, was that even if you take a hypnobirthing class, write a birth plan and practice and practice getting ready for the birth, you never know if something is going to happen and you end up with a c-section. You can make all the plans you want, but life will happen as it’s supposed to. And in that moment, I was able to shift gears and roll with all the changes.

Dad always made the best mattress.

The next thing he taught me was how little sleep I can survive on, between pumping milk for him around the clock and driving to and from the big city to see him every day: about a 3 1/2 round trip. And even after he came home, he taught me that I can survive with a preemie and even less sleep. He started training me to become Detective Mom right off the bat. After weeks of having a screaming, miserable baby, with the help of the internet, I figured out that this little one didn’t tolerate cow’s milk, and was refluxing.

Finally had a happy baby.

As he grew, Little Man taught me repeatedly that when I make plans for my life or especially for his, to be prepared for a change in plans. Since he was two, I have gotten quite an education on children with neurological issues where their brains don’t process things quite right. Fortunately, I learned a bit at a time, figuring out the puzzle that is my son, piece by piece, so it wasn’t too overwhelming.

Happy and smiling at six months.

I discovered a wonderful parenting philosophy called Positive Discipline, whose focus is on problem solving and raising a responsible, confident, capable child. Because of my son, I have had lots of practice using the PD tools I learned; especially the one of giving myself a time out so I don’t go off on him. I have seen over time, that these tools really do work.

He has always loved being in water.

Shortly after Little Man turned 2, he taught me about speech development and what it is to be speech delayed. Soon thereafter, began my education in something called Sensory Integration Dysfunction (these days called Sensory Processing Disorder). Over the years I learned more about things like what it is to have poor visual and audio processing, and how this can make trying to learn in a classroom setting very difficult.

He’s been a train and Thomas fan for years.

I have also learned about signs and symptoms, challenges and strengths of Dyslexia. Most recently I’ve had an adventure learning about Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, and all the medications that don’t help Little Man in this area. And I am also learning how a child with all these neurological things going on, often also has anxiety.

This blanket has 7 lbs. of weight in it- gives sensory input and calms.

Because of my son, I learned Reiki and subsequently had a spiritual awakening. That has been an amazing journey that is still a relatively new one. I have learned that what I used to call tactile defensiveness (a sensory processing disorder term), I now refer to as my son’s amazing gift to feel energy with his hands and body. I also learned that a brain that struggles to learn in the classroom and is labeled dyslexic, may be amazingly intuitive and creative (and he is).

He wanted a blue mohawk.

In living with a son who struggles on an almost daily basis with one thing or another, and who has meltdowns at the drop of a hat, I have learned (and am still learning) a level of patience I never knew. And being my son’s mom, trying to help him, advocating for him, I am learning that I have persistence (some people call it stubbornness) that would bring the average person to their knees. Yes, I have been brought to my knees many times, and because of my son, I have learned how to take a breath or two and get back up… again and again.

Head shot from a summer theater camp. The camp wasn’t what I expected, and wasn’t a good match for him. We learned.

But I think one of the biggest lessons I am learning from my son is that of respecting his journey: realizing that there are a lot of things that he has to learn on his own. Things that I can’t do for him. I will always help him up when he’s down, encourage him, guide and teach him, push him when necessary, and love him all the way. When he succeeds, it is, and will be his success. As much as he has taught me, he has his own lessons to learn.

He finally got over his fear of carnival rides, and rode this roller coaster about 4 or 5 times.

Happy Birthday Little Man! We made it ten years!!

Taken this morning on Little Man’s tenth birthday. Couldn’t get him to take off the headphones.

About mariner2mother

I'm a mother of a creative 20 year old son, a former merchant ship's deck officer, and a wife. To feed my creative side I take photos. I am also Reiki attuned and am a student of Energy Healing, having used several healing modalities to work on myself and my family. My most recent adventure has me navigating a very challenging Kundalini Awakening.
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8 Responses to Happy Birthday to My Greatest Teacher

  1. Loved reading about your journey through motherhood. He’s such a sweetheart! Happy birthday to him!!

  2. Thanks! It’s been quite a journey, and there’s lots more to go.

  3. What a lovely, lovely journey and perspective! It takes an advanced soul (as you are but might not know you are) to have the stamina to keep up with another advanced soul (as he is). You two work with each other on such an amazingly high level – it’s wonderful to see how conscious you are about it. You are each teachers for the other. Happy Birthday to your own sweet little man! 🙂

    • Thank you so much Lisa. I often forget that he is indeed an advanced soul. Hearing that just brought tears to my eyes with the awesome responsibility and privilege of raising this boy.

  4. Lenore Diane says:

    Happy birthday, Little Man. I’m reminded of a song by Brian Vander Ark titled, “Little Man”. Here’s to the journey, Susan. Your family is thriving.

    • Thank you Lenore. And thanks for the link to the song- I loved it! It’s funny, but just the act of turning 10 seems to have made this kiddo mature over night. I hope it’s not just a short phase- lol!

  5. emjayandthem says:

    That’s just wonderful. I loved reading your thoughts throughout your journey, spoken only as a Mom who loves deeply can express it. I know children who aren’t mothered as well as he is, and I only wish that all children could have someone in their corner who is as devoted and as loving as you have been.

    Happy birthday to your handsome boy! And what was he enjoying with his headphones?


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