Sydney is adopted. We found her in an orphanage in Russia when she was six months old. We met her when she was almost nine months old and we got to bring her home when she was ten and a half months old. We were well aware of the fact that she could have special needs. We were of the opinion since meeting her that first time that she does have special needs. We got her diagnosis when she was two years old. She’s now ten. This story is from my archives and took place when she was eight.
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We had been in our hotel room on night one of our trip for a very short time when we got a call from the desk saying they had received a complaint about noise coming from room 309. That was us. It was true we were probably a little too loud considering our very late arrival time. I had been trying to quiet the kids down and had been fairly proud of Sydney for her behavior, considering the medication she takes for hyperactivity had worn off hours before. I got her into bed quickly. She did not really get to stretch her legs and move around much after being confined to the car for hours. I hoped she would sleep-in but knew she probably would not. She woke early but I was able to convince her it was still not REALLY morning, thanks to the room-darkening drapes hotels have. We slept until around 8:30 and that is almost unheard of for Sydney. Within minutes of her getting up, we got another call from the front desk. The noise coming from our room was mentioned again. In disbelief I exclaimed, “You’ve got to be kidding me! We’ve only been up for a few minutes and we are whispering.” The man said it was the people below us who were complaining. Were we stomping when we walked? Did we have children running back and forth? Of course! SYDNEY! All forty-two pounds of her was making too much noise for the folks below us. This was a really nice motel. Surely the wall and floors are not that thin and delicate. I quickly gave Sydney her medication and put her in the shower to play for a while. She thinks the shower is as good as any water park. Once her meds had kicked in and she was out of the shower, we made sure she sat on the bed until we were packed and ready to go. Of course, I did not want to infringe on the rights of others, even if they were being a little ridiculous.
I’ve always been of the opinion that my special needs kids’ rights end where others’ rights begin. In other words, I believe that my kids should have a right to an appropriate education and many other things, as long as it is not interfering with the ability of the other children to learn or participate in the activity. I said that to say this: I am not unreasonable. I am not demanding the world bow down to my kids because they have handicaps. They are not a burden to me but I actually am very aware of the “burden” they may be to some people they may encounter. I try to be very proactive in preventing problems before they arise.
That night and that morning when I knew someone was complaining about my noisy little girl, I wanted to find the “victim” and explain. I wanted to tell them until they had walked a mile in my shoes, maybe they should just suffer through fifteen minutes of noise while I got my kids into bed. I wanted to ask them if they had ever known a child who had to take a medication just so she could calm herself enough in the morning to breath normally, have a rational thought, and walk instead of run where she wanted to go. Would it have done any good? Perhaps not. Perhaps that person is the person I was before I had these two kids and all these capital letters to raise. Perhaps that person needs to be humbled but it is not my place to humble them. These are the kinds of things I have learned since I became the parent of a child with special needs. My Sydney, running, walking, hollering, or whispering, is a joy to be around. People who complain about her noise? They are missing out.
I couldn’t talk about our travels with Sydney without remembering some of the things we heard from the back seat.
Sydney: "Dad, I have a riddle for you. We ran over a possum and his dad had to take him to the shop. How is this possible?" One of our older daughters, Bailey, had told us some riddles the day before and she ended all of them with “How is this possible?” One of the answers to one of Bailey’s riddles was: “His mother was the surgeon” so when Sydney demanded we try to answer her riddle, her daddy said, “His mother was the surgeon.” Sydney, not understanding any of the riddles from the day before, and having no idea how her own should be answered, said “OOOOOHHHHHH!” She sounded so relieved that someone knew the answer and she didn’t even question him about it.
A second attempt at a riddle: "We ran over a possum. His grandma took him to the gas station to get air in him. How is this possible?" Same answer.
Sydney: "I know how to say pizza in Spanish. Hildora." We humored her and one of her older brothers and I repeated, “hildora.” Sydney immediately responded, "You are saying it all wrong. It is caldooza." She loves to change the rules mid-game and she loves to correct people so she does this kind of thing often.
Sydney hollered, "Look at that! A giraffe!" I was already looking out and had just seen a display of Santa and his reindeer but I looked around for the giraffe. Then comes a giggle and "Made you look!" Of course, once she got me, she tried to do it again for the next hour. She claimed to see chickens on the road and many other things that were not there.
The thing we heard the most was, "OH! Do you see those cows? Aren't they sooooo cute?" She noticed every cow between home and our destination in Tennessee and commented on every one of them.
Also by this author: "15 Truths of Parenting Special Needs Kids."
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