Tonawanda News — He talked of nothing else all day, and clapped his hands as we set off for the pool. The look on his face when he saw the water was beatific.
I sent him off with the other kids, nervous as I hadn’t been with his brother. Jim is different. I know that. But I thought he could do it.
Instructions obeyed by everyone else went over his head, either not understood or ignored. He clung to the instructor, not due to fear, but just as he would hold onto his parents if we were in the pool with him. He wouldn’t stay put at the pool’s edge. He didn’t understand. Eventually, it was too much. He had to get out. The instructor apologized and said we could look into the possibility of private lessons.
I’m going to admit to you that it was tough. It was one of the toughest, most frustrating moments of parenthood for me to date, honestly.
In a way, it was like the day I found out he had Down Syndrome all over again. You tell yourself that your child can do anything. You just have to be patient, work harder, do the right thing.
But sometimes it just doesn’t work.
Sometimes you just have to face the differences.
The look on his face when he realized we were leaving the pool ... it tore my heart out. “Go swimming?” he asked. “Not right now, bud,” I answered. “Maybe later.”
We’re going to plan B with him. We’ll still get him swim lessons. It will all work out, in the end.
But sometimes — no matter what sort of special needs your child has — you get oh, so weary of Plan B. You just want Plan A to work. You want everything to go smoothly. You want your child to be happy.