Month: October 2018

To My Son On His 9th Birthday

Dearest son,

When I had the idea to write you this letter, I was worried that I was going to fill it with talk of epilepsy and how hard things are for you instead of words that celebrate how far you’ve come in your journey. Because even though it defines so much of our day-to-day, you are so much more than epilepsy. I want to celebrate how brave you are and how having you has changed me into a better man and a better father.

The world looked very different for me when I was your age. Grandpa wasn’t around yet, so it was just me, Grandma, and your aunt who passed away a few years ago. Things were hard and I learned to do things for myself but I felt very much alone. I carried that with me through my entire life until we had you. The idea of you having to go through life alone filled me with an unbearable sadness that caused me to finally see that there was a different way.

Knowing that you look to me for behaviors to model has made me focus on and work on demonstrating the behaviors that I most wish for you and, in turn, I’m exhibiting those behaviors for myself. Demonstrating things like self-love and being confident and communicating what is inside has allowed me to have a more

And you continue to show me the way. I used to think that I had to model every behavior I wanted to instill in you but, many times, it’s the other way around. I’m so proud of how hard you work and how much joy you bring to the people around you and I want to do the same. I love how, in spite of everything, you remain funny and curious, and so alive. It puts my own struggles into perspective and helps me be present and enjoy my life even when times are tough. And you have a way of making me and the people around you know they are special to you, which is something I have rarely done but am inspired to change.

The biggest lesson you taught me is to stop letting my own baggage twist the amazing, creative, loving person you are becoming. The beauty of it all is that you didn’t have to do anything other than be yourself. The worst mistake I could ever make would be to help you build the same walls that I did. Instead, you are helping me take mine down. I don’t know how to receive that gift, but I’m trying.

Nine years ago, you changed my life forever and you continue to do so every day.

I hope your next trip around the sun brings peace and joy and more amazing experiences. But whatever lies ahead, I am luckily, gratefully here with you. Really here, thanks to you.

Happy birthday, buddy.

Love,

Dad.

Around The World

I’ve always loved to travel. I lived in Germany when I was in the Army and I traveled to Japan and China in my single days. My wife and I honeymooned in Fiji and Australia. Almost as soon as we stepped foot back on American soil, I began looking for jobs in Sydney and Melbourne.

When my son was younger, he took French classes and we planned to start with Montreal before exploring France and then, ultimately, starting a second career working in kitchens across Europe as a chef.

Our move from Colorado to Philadelphia was part of that adventure. We left the relative safety of the whitewashed suburbs and moved to a diverse, gritty city and everything that brings with it. But as soon as we landed, my son started having seizures.

In a way, I’m grateful for the timing because we are within ten minutes of one of the top children’s hospitals in the country. The people in that building saved my son’s life and continue to care for him. But now I feel tethered to that place. If we go too far away for too long, his seizures snap us back, sometimes violently, into their care.

The daily seizures, the weekly doctor and therapy appointments, and the monthly medication refills make it impractical to look too far outside of our little bubble in the city. There isn’t a way to accommodate my son’s needs while chasing the dream of a life unbounded.

But I’m not resentful. As much as that might have been the life I wanted, this is the life I have. I wouldn’t trade that life for the moments I’ve had and the lessons I’ve learned in this one.

The dream of living in another part of the world seems so far away. But the reality is that we are exactly where we need to be.

The More Things Stay The Same

The only thing that is constant is change. ~Heraclitus of Ephesus

In many ways, our life is constantly changing. We meet new people and have new experiences. There are new projects at work. The changing season is bringing cooler temperatures and color to the trees. Things look different than they did a few months ago.

My son started third grade and has a new teacher, a new aide, and is meeting new kids in his class. He’s in a different place than he was this time last year. He’s a year older. He’s on different medications with different benefits and side effects.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. ~Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr

But even with so many things changing, the world looks very much the same.

In spite of the new medications, my son is still seizing. He still labors physically and mentally through the impact of those seizures and the many medications he takes to try to control them.

In spite of the new grade, teacher and aide, the school is still not set up for him to succeed. He still cannot physically or mentally make it through the day. We’re having to explain and defend ourselves again this year, just like we do every year.

In many ways, my son’s life changes so much that it’s unpredictable. But after a while, even that becomes expected. It becomes the same. A change for us would be stability. A change for us would be knowing what to expect from one moment to the next.

But there is no way to control what that looks like. We could find ourselves stuck at the bottom instead of at the top. He could always be seizing. He could always be at the mercy of the cruel side effects of the medicine that keeps his brain from losing control. So, at least for today, I welcome change. Because, as long as things keep changing, there is always hope that things will change for the better.