Just Write [108]: In Charge

He walked into the bedroom where I was laying alone in the dark, hiding. A mountain of wadded up tissue was on my nightstand and my phone was in my hand. New tears popped into my already puffy eyes, even though I’d already been crying for hours. How could I still have tears left?

“I know I’ve said this before, but you need to ask for help. You need to tell me what you need me to do.”

“I don’t want to be in charge of everything,” I mumbled. I was completely enveloped in self pity.

“You don’t have to be charge of everything,” he replied.

I thought ‘you’re wrong.’

You need to tell me what to do.

That right there means I’m in charge. I have to know what needs to be done and I have to delegate the things I can’t do.

I never wanted to manage another person. Long ago I recognized that counting on other people to do things in my stead is not something I excel at. My childhood didn’t prepare me for that – it prepared me to take care of things myself. And that continued beyond childhood – I’ve made my career as an administrative assistant – someone else’s right hand. I’m the one people depend on, not the other way around.

Of course, being a parent means I am managing someone, albeit in a different way. I am the ultimate authority in my house about what happens with my son. I chose that role and I accept it.

I am not the best boss, but I fulfill my commitment. I’ve helped my son learn and grow and even thrive (despite his illness and my own shortcomings).

But taking care of a special needs child demands more of me than I ever knew was possible. I am not looking to unload the responsibility or shirk my duty. It’s just that sometimes it is exhausting. Because regardless of how many parents Jack has, I am still in charge.

I am in charge because I know more about him and his medical condition than any of his other parents – by choice. I am in charge because the doctors look to me first for information. I am in charge because I have the job that supplies the insurance. I am in charge because I have primary custody – again, by choice.

I am in charge because, in so many instances, I am the ONLY person Jack lets be in charge of things related to him.

I make his doctor appointments. I sort his pills every week and refill his prescriptions. I call the clinic…over and over. I refresh the test results page and I calculate his ANC. I arrange for childcare or changes to his schedule with his dad and step-mom. I know which foods he eats and which he isn’t into anymore. I know when he’s breathing funny or he is on the brink of a meltdown. I’ve documented so much of his life – on paper and in my mind – and I am the default caregiver because of it.

I could ask for help with all of those things, but taking care of Jack is so ingrained in me that it doesn’t even occur to me to ask for help. Why would I? It’s MY JOB. I’m his mother.

No one can lighten that load – I can delegate every parenting-related task I have, and I will still feel the weight of each responsibility because I am in charge no matter what anyone says.

****

This post was inspired by Heather’s Just Write – an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments.

If you enjoyed this post, consider leaving a comment or subscribing to the RSS feed to have future articles delivered to your feed reader.

Comments

  1. I know how you feel. thanks for being so vulnerable. so many of us special needs mom feel this. just know you are NOT alone. and you can only do so much. we can’t take away the pain and the suffering our kids face. we do our best and that’s all we can do. you are doing an AWESOME JOB. Jack has one of the best superhero moms out there who is fighting for him day and night. even when you feel like a failure, think about what Jack’s life would be if he had a mom who didn’t care so much or didn’t care at all…. hugs. What you are doing IS ENOUGH – more than enough.

  2. This weight of responsibility of being a parent can be crushing, sometimes. It’s so overwhelming. Add an illness, and it’s SO, SO much. Sending hugs.

  3. “That right there means I’m in charge. I have to know what needs to be done and I have to delegate the things I can’t do.” THIS. Yes. I HATE THIS. Don’t get me wrong, my husband is AMAZING, and with Adi’s care he is REALLY amazing, but on the general day to day stuff? Please kill me. It’s the thousand little decisions I have to make every day that are smothering me.

Speak Your Mind

*