Parenting Without a Special Needs Diagnosis: Where’s My Map?

Parenting Without a Special Needs Diagnosis: Where’s My Map?

Parenting Without a Special Needs Diagnosis: Where’s My Map?

Parenting a child with special needs, but without a special needs diagnosis is like traveling without a road map. So says guest blogger, Nickie White. She’s the parent of four children, one of whom is not growing. In today’s post, Nickie describes how she copes without the direction a diagnosis provides.

Parenting Without a Special Needs Diagnosis: Where’s My Map?

Words can be discouraging. Words like no progress, malnourished, and at some point we started moving backwards. I heard things that I wasn’t prepared to hear. My son isn’t just not gaining weight; he isn’t making any physical change at all. He had steadily been making growth in height. (Though when I say growth in height I mean millimeters. Just enough to be noticed on an exact measurement chart.)

They weighed him twice. Measured his height three times. Wrapped a tape measure around his head three times.

There it was in front of my face on four different curve charts; he isn’t even maintaining, much less growing. The doctor suggested that he is not absorbing anything, that it is quite possible he is burning fat to stay functioning but is not able to absorb calories at any point. Tests indicate his body is pushing non-stop.

Many words. No answers.

There are very obvious tests that will come back an easy fix—like a thyroid test. And we had more abdominal ultrasounds to look for a tumor. The doctor said, “This shouldn’t be here. This could be swelling…but it’s not right either way. Are we feeding the tumor or the boy?”

NOTHING shook me that day.

I took notes, I splashed in a public bathroom for twenty minutes with my naked toddler trying to get a urine sample, had to discipline my four-year-old who lost his mind in the hospital… all before 10 AM.

Somehow I left with a perfect peace. And then.

It wasn’t until later, when I began to let my family in on the purpose of the ultrasound and ask for prayer, that it hit me. Satan then set the bats free. Ideas began to hit the walls of my empty mind and stir my emotions. I prayed and exchanged Scripture with my supporters. Then, the same scripture came from two different people. Two different states. Two different translations. One God SCREAMING AT ME.

When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I’ll listen.” (Jeremiah 29:12)

While I was texting the scripture from Jeremiah 29:11 to my dad—For I know the plans I have for you—he sent Jeremiah 29:12-13. Within moments, God grabbed me in the middle of what felt like the loneliest place I had ever been. The entire passage reads, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come to pray to me and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek with all your heart. “ (Jeremiah 29:11-13)

When we started this journey I knew that God was going to heal Logan.

Now I don’t know what God’s plan for our boy is. I have absolutely no idea. Whatever comes of all of this, I know that it is part of a grander plan. Clearly I am not saying we are done fighting. I know we are on the backwards slope.

My mind wonders often.

When I see my son doubled over on my bed hurting, I ask God, “Why?” I would not be honest if I told you HE replies instantly with comforting words. But how does HE answer? Through my little boy, when he asks me to snuggle him ‘til he “peels better.” Then I kiss his head that one year ago didn’t have hair, and God subtly reminds me that things are happening.  Though they may not be chartable, there are big things happening. I may never see them….

but the ways that God is working through my boy are immeasurable.

What Helps You Parent without a Special Needs Diagnosis?

Are you waiting for a special needs diagnosis for your child? How do you handle the ambiguity and lack of direction? Are there Scriptures that comfort you? Leave a comment.

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Teaching Kids With Special Needs about Salvation

Teaching Kids With Special Needs about Salvation

Teaching Kids With Special Needs about Salvation

Welcome back, guest blogger Amy Stout! Amy’s here with another resource-packed post. This time, she has a basketful of resources parents can use to teach their children about salvation.

I was recently asked this question…

“I have a friend who is trying to teach her daughter about faith. She has been in church all her life and has lots of head knowledge, but the heart is not giving so easily. How can I help my friend?” While not a professional counselor, I had just experienced a scenario similar to this in my own home, so I was able to share my own living example.

Here is my reply…

Dear Friend,

The truth that comforts me when working with my daughter is that no matter how hard we try, we cannot “save” someone. God gave us free will and salvation is a gift that we each have the opportunity to accept. This is comforting because I know that God loves children and he is working very hard to draw my daughter to him.

God DOES, however, give us teachable moments.

Many times our special children are visual learners and spiritual truths are very hard for them to understand because many times they are abstract concepts. We need to give them visual pictures of spiritual truths. An example of a teachable moment…

Yesterday, I was brushing my daughter’s hair and she was starting to get grumpy. I started to talk to her. My conversation with her went something like this. “Oh Kylie, Don’t be grumpy. You need to keep your heart clean—do you know why? Because someday, when you give your heart to Jesus, He will come and live in your heart!”

I continued, “Do you know what makes your heart dirty? When we are grumpy, or unkind, or don’t share with our friends. All those things make our hearts dirty, but you know what? When Jesus comes to live in our hearts, he brings a big broom and sweeps all that dirt away and washes us clean!! You want your heart to be clean don’t you?”

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And on it went. I also explained to her that the more we fill our hearts with the things of Jesus (his words, talking and singing to him, obeying God’s rules), the less room there is for that icky dirt and we lose our desire to be yucky. We will WANT to be clean.

I would try to give your young friend visual images of the spiritual truths you are trying to convey. Lay it all out there but make it HER choice whether to pick them up or not. Many times when a child feels pushed into something, their natural tendency is to withdraw. We don’t “need” to push—God will do all the work. This is the beauty of salvation by faith —no effort required, just His grace fully given.

Also, sometimes it is hard to “tell” with a child who learns differently if there is heart knowledge… don’t be so sure she doesn’t have any… just continually disciple her by giving her visual pictures, object lessons and don’t push… bake together, paint together, talk about God’s creation, the attributes of God and the goodness of God, but don’t push.

The objects shown in the pictures embedded in this post would be very helpful to give a visual picture of how we “dirty” our heart and how Jesus will “clean” it. Click on the links to find out how to obtain them. I also love the following pictorial objects to explain to children who God is.

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Father’s Love Letter to His Child

These next two pictures go together. You can click and drag them to your desktop and then print them out.

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Love,
Amy

What Would You Add to Amy’s Letter?

Have you found resources to explain salvation to kids with special needs? If you like, add them to Amy’s letter to her friend by sharing them in the comment box.

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Superhero Window Washers Strike Again!

Superhero Window Washers Strike Again!

Superhero Window Washers Strike Again!

I am a sucker for superhero-window-washers-at-children’s-hospital stories. Partly because we are a family of nerds. Partly because my son-in-law is a Spiderman fan. But mostly because my son spent a lot of time in hospitals as a little tyke, and at a certain age, superhero window washers would have made his day.

Superheros Climbing the Walls so Hospitalized Kids Won’t

So a story about superhero window washers at Mattel Children’s Hospital* at UCLA was welcome good news. According to a story out of KTTV in Los Angeles, “Chase Child Life Program sponsored ‘Super Window Washers’ where real life window washers, dressed up as super-heroes, entertained the kids.”

Superhero Shout Out Time

Now’s your chance to give a shout out. Do superheros wash windows at a children’s hospital near you?  Tell about them in the comment box, and if there’s an online article, share the link, too. And if you think any of them would come and wash my windows, please let me know. I’d love to schedule an appointment for when my family of nerds is home. They would love it!

*After a thorough search of the Mattel Children’s Hospital website, I found nothing to confirm that the hospital is named after generous donors from the Mattel Toy Company. But if was, don’t you think the female nurses would be named Barbie and wear teeny-tiny designer scrubs and high-heeled Crocs while the male nurses would sport deep tans and be named Ken?

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Jolene Philo is the author of the Different Dream series for parents of kids with special needs. She speaks at parenting and special needs conferences around the country. She’s also the creator and host of the Different Dream website. Sharing Love Abundantly with Special Needs Families: The 5 Love Languages® for Parents Raising Children with Disabilities, which she co-authored with Dr. Gary Chapman, was released in August of 2019 and is available at local bookstores, their bookstore website, and at Amazon. The first book in her cozy mystery series, See Jane Run!, features people with disabilities.

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A New Canvas for a Special Needs Journey

A New Canvas for a Special Needs Journey

A New Canvas for a Special Needs Journey

Guest blogger Nickie White is here today with a new post about looking for answers, disappointment, and starting the diagnosis process over. She paints the picture of life as the parent of a child with undiagnosed special needs and shows us who the artist is.

A New Canvas for a Special Needs Journey

“Are we starting over?”

“Yes, ma’am. I guess it’s back to the drawing board.”

How, after 8 months of meeting with specialists, is there nothing that indicates what is going on with my son?

I am not a painter. I don’t understand how to mix colors or how you can use watercolor pencils and just brush water over them at the end. I can’t ever get clay to be what I want it to be. My friends make these precious plates to celebrate their baby’s milestones and mine look awful. Going “back to the drawing board” sounds less than appealing to me. My thoughts are a mess. Feelings, frustrations, confusion, defeat. This is my baby and no one has any idea what is wrong.

Here we go. Again.

We are more committed to giving God everything than we have ever been. I have been in the Word more in the last 8 weeks than I ever have. We are hungry. Satan continues to attack our marriage because we are tired. Somehow we pull closer and push the online giving button instead of killing each other. My emotions are on the fritz. I can’t sleep like a normal person because I am convinced there is someone breaking into my house, or that my kids have stopped breathing. The pressure is definitely on.

It sure isn’t a good time to learn to paint.

When I hung up, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to cry or run until I couldn’t breathe. Joel’s parents called back, and I explained to them what the nurse practitioner said, and we of course talked about the options. But my mind was spinning. Then I asked the how-am-I-giving-and-serving-and-I’m-still-not-getting-what-I-need question.

BINGO! It’s not about me.

I have to continue to dig deeper until I see nothing but Him. Deep enough to go to the land He will show me. That picture seems bleak to me, scary even. But who knows… it could be a watercolor pencil painting that looks like a whole new me once there is a little water added. No Hirshsprungs disease.

But He knows what it is, and it is in the land He will show me.

“The Lord said to Abram: ‘Leave your country, your family, and your relatives and go to the land that I will show you. I will bless you and make your descendants into a great nation. You will become famous and be a blessing to others. I will bless anyone who blesses you, but I will put a curse on anyone who puts a curse on you. Everyone on earth will be blessed by you.'” (Genesis 12:1-7) If you follow that story till the end…what’s the land that God took Abram to? It ended up being THE promised land.

Maybe I should buy new brushes.

How is God Painting Your Canvas?

How is God painting the canvas of your family’s special needs journey? How do you sense Him at work in your lives? Or perhaps you don’t sense God at work. What do you need to hang on while you wait for God to act? Leave a comment.

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The Grace of Parenting a Child with Special Needs

The Grace of Parenting a Child with Special Needs

The Grace of Parenting a Child with Special Needs

Grace is an essential element of guest blogger Stephanie Ballard’s parenting journey. Lately, some complications related to her son Braeden’s special need have her leaning harder than ever on God’s grace.

Leaning on God’s Grace

Life hasn’t been so easy for us lately. Sometimes I think the heavy load of life just seems to weigh you down. Braeden has been having a rough time lately, and we haven’t been able to find the right doctor to help us get to the root of the problem. I guess you could say he gets “stuck” sometimes. There are certain things that he knows he should not be doing, but he just cannot seem to help himself. On a recent trip to the grocery store he proceeded to lick the handle of the shopping cart several times.

When I asked him to stop, he looked in my eyes and said, “I want to mommy…but I can’t, I don’t know how to stop.” Then he pressed his tiny tongue onto the germ infested handle once more.

The trip ended with more than a few eyes rolling in my direction as I carried my frustrated eight year old son out of the supermarket. It isn’t just the “licking” episodes that concern me. He also has numerous temper tantrums and meltdowns that are getting more difficult to keep under control.  We have been through a multitude of behavioral experts throughout the years, and I always find myself once again…back at square one. What next?

As I spent some quiet time in reflection one morning, (okay…let’s just call it wailing and complaining) the words of the Apostle Paul came to my mind.

I do not understand what I do.For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.Romans 7:15

Suddenly it hit me–we are the same, my son and I. How often have I complained that life is completely unfair? Yelled at my son during one of his tantrums? Or shared a bit of gossip about a mutual friend? I strive to be a better person, but I fail each and every day, as I am only human. Thank God for a tangible display of his grace, seen in the confession of an eight year old little boy who strives to try harder tomorrow.

I Wouldn’t Miss a Thing

Someone said to me one day…
“I don’t know how you do it
I don’t think I’d be capable
Not sure I could get through it.”
And some days I’m exhausted
(I’m being honest here)
At times my motivation
is overwhelmed by fear.

Having a child with special needs
is a rare gift in so many ways
but I am only human.
Sometimes I have bad days.
And then you take my hand in yours
in a moment of pure clarity
you say, “Hey guess what mama?
You’re beautiful to me.
”

And in a flash, the moment is gone
,
You’re singing your own little song
then I realize life’s all about “moments.”
And I realize that you’ve made me strong.
And you defy convention.
You live life out loud
.
You have overcome so much
and you make me so proud.

I can’t picture a different life
without these hopes and fears
without all the uncertainty
the questions, joys, and tears.
It’s not the life I planned for
Sometimes I feel its sting
But one thing remains constant


I wouldn’t miss a thing.
What a sad thing it would be
if there had been no “you.”
If I had missed your smiling eyes
and all the things you do.
And doubt is our companion
what will the future bring?
But if I had the choice…I know
I wouldn’t miss a thing.


Though you have been given
A “special needs” label
I still see a child who…
Is loving, kind, and able.
Life has had its battles
but please remember this
Tomorrow is a precious gift
I’d never want to miss.


You surprise me every day
by what you do to reach me
and I am constantly amazed
by all things you teach me.
As every long cold winter
will melt into a spring
I cherish every moment
I wouldn’t miss a thing.

Grace in Your Special Needs Parenting Journey?

Can you understand what Stephanie’s talking about? What evidence of God’s grace have you seen in your special needs parenting journey? Leave a comment.

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Special Needs Memoir: Sun Shine Down

Special Needs Memoir: Sun Shine Down

Special Needs Memoir: Sun Shine Down

Gillian Marchenko, author of the recently published memoir Sun Shine Down and former Different Dream guest blogger, is with us today. She writes about her new book, about where she and Polly are today, and about the importance of noticing growth …

On Growth

It’s a sunny Sunday afternoon. My youngest daughter Evangeline (adopted from Ukraine in 2009, and who has Down syndrome and Autism) swings in the adaptive swing while her Papa dutifully pushes her back and forth. Elaina and Zoya, our two older girls, with adult-like bodies but childlike hearts, swoop and slide on the monkey bars. I shadow Polly, who also happens to have Down syndrome, to make sure she doesn’t get hurt, to help her if she asks.

An elevated Chicago train rumbles above us along the perimeter of the park. I turn to watch it push forward for a moment. The sun blinds my eyes. I look down at my shoes.

My head raises and I glance around for Polly, who seized the opportunity to rush to another activity while her mom is momentarily preoccupied.

“Polly, where are you?” I call.

“Over here, Mom. I’m here.”

“Where?”

I turn around where I stand. I don’t see her.

“Here.”

Her voice calls from above. The knotted rope ladder to my right shakes and I catch sight of my daughter’s blue and green Velcro tennis shoes commanding the ropes as she scurries up.

I had no idea she could climb like that, sure-footed, easily, without any help, on weaving ropes that bend and rock as she moves.

Polly is seven years old

Her diagnosis of Down syndrome picked up my world and threw it against a brick wall. In my memoir, Sun Shine Down (published with T. S. Poetry Press in August), I talk about how, for about a year, I stayed drippy, unglued, apart, so very sad about the presence of an extra chromosome in my child, and so very, very frightened of the future.

I was as weak as a mom as Polly was as a new baby. Her infant body resembled a bag of brown sugar. For months, her arms and legs flopped around. She was unable to hold her head up for a long time.

As was I.

But Polly and I both have grown important muscles over the last seven years. Her: muscles to stand, and then run, and jump, and climb a knotted rope ladder. And me: muscles to love without fear, to trust God, to advocate for my daughter, and beyond all else, enjoy the crap out of her.

Polly’s growth astounds me. She works hard to acquire new skills. She makes friends with anyone who comes into her sight. She cracks one-liners, causing our whole family to burst our britches with laughter, and she continues to teach me about what is really worth paying attention to in life.

I am blessed to be Polly’s mother. There have been hard times, and there will be more, but I plan to follow the footsteps of my daughter. To take a step when it is difficult, to work until I am sure-footed and able to chase after whatever God puts in front of me, and to make sure there is enough time in my days to appreciate growth in my family and in myself.

Have You Read Sun Shine Down?

Have you read Gillian’s new book? What did you think of it? Leave a comment below.

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Gillian Marchenko is an author and national speaker who lives in Chicago with her husband Sergei and four daughters. She writes and speaks about parenting kids with Down syndrome, faith, depression, imperfection, and adoption. Her work has appeared in numerous publications, including Chicago Parent, Thriving Family, Gifted for Leadership, Literary Mama, Today’s Christian Woman, MomSense Magazine, Charlottesville Family, EFCA Today, and the Tri-City Record.
Gillian says the world is full of people who seem to have it all together. She speaks for the rest of us.

Connect with Gillian on her website www.gillianmarchenko.com, on Facebook, and Twitter.

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