Happy New Year?
Disability | Family Life | Opinion

Happy New Year?

In 1999, Ralph and I were living in Minneapolis, and there was hype over the impending switch from 1999 to 2000. Given that computers were programmed for just two digits (keeping 19 as the understood first two digits), experts feared the systems that ran everything, including banking, power plants and library fines, would not be…

Short-staffed & Short-sighted
Disability | Family Life | Opinion

Short-staffed & Short-sighted

“The end of summer is not the end of the world. Here’s to October…” – A.A. Milne The cooler weather prevails, as do the yellowed leaves falling on our butterfly garden. The random scatterings make our new garden look settled, and I’m already looking forward to the spring when everything will bloom again. Mind you, I’m…

Learning Curves
Disability | Education | Opinion

Learning Curves

“Mom, do we have any clean masks? Soph and I are headed out.” The times they are a-changin’. We are now required to wear a mask to go to the bank, and a grocery store’s recent radio ad boasts a delivery service that features food picked from a warehouse and packed by robots.

The Gift of Respite
Disability | Opinion

The Gift of Respite

For those unfamiliar with my column, I’m a mom to four great girls. Caring for neurotypical teens is not without its challenges, but I have chosen to focus my writing primarily on my two younger daughters. Rachel and Janneke are neurodiverse with specific medical needs that create an added layer of complexity to mothering. Juggling their care alongside engineering the home routine keeps me more than sufficiently busy.

(Trying to) Choose Joy
Disability | Opinion

(Trying to) Choose Joy

To follow my previous column (CC May 11), our family has appreciated having a community nurse return to our home for weekly hours. I am thankful for the help with medications, pain management and extra time over the dinner hour. Though a sense of familiarity in routine has returned, I cannot ignore the persistent feelings of discontentment. Rachel and Janneke cannot verbalize this to me, but they are missing the informal connections with classmates.

Risk and Reciprocity
Disability | Opinion

Risk and Reciprocity

As I write this, our family is preparing to welcome a nurse back into our home after suspending our community nursing services for the last five weeks. The stories in early February of a contagious yet elusive virus created concern for us with the possibility of a community transmission into our home. Our younger daughters, Rachel and Janneke, are part of the vulnerable sector in this province, and our caregivers also work with multiple clients and in long-term care homes.

Freedom Stories
Disability | Opinion

Freedom Stories

Shortly after Rachel was born, I spoke with a mom who had two older children with disabilities, and she wisely encouraged me not to hide. Her own experience had taught her that people will not help if they do not know the need, and people will not know how to respond unless they hear the story. Because Rachel and Janneke were not able to verbalize their stories, I took that advice and chose to share glimpses of what I called our story. Interestingly enough, Janneke’s sounds are now increasing in volume and range, leading me to wonder if she’s trying to tell me her story.

All this need, all the time
Disability | Reviews

All this need, all the time

“I would never quite be the same.” So ends The Dwindling, a personal and quirky account of Janet Dunnett’s experience in caring for her aging parents. Not intended as a spoiler alert, it is a truth woven through the thoughts and stories from Janet’s perspective. Lest we think caregiving for aging parents is gentle and warm, filled with vignettes of wonderful memories, Janet shares the less-than-perfect but very real experience of helping her parents through their dwindling years.

Grace in a Torso Brace
Disability | Opinion

Grace in a Torso Brace

Happy New Year to our readers! This column contains reflections from my days as mom and primary caregiver to the four girls I share with my husband Ralph. Our older daughters, Emily and Sophia, are more than capable of sharing their stories, and we look forward to hearing them some day. In the meantime, I’ve chosen to focus on Rachel and Janneke in these writings.

The Gift of a Dark Night
Disability | Opinion

The Gift of a Dark Night

There’s something quite captivating about the glow of Christmas tree lights. I remember when our kids were young, we would bundle them up after supper for a quick walk through our neighbourhood before bedtime. Many of our neighbours loved to decorate for Christmas, so the girls were eager to go. The look on our girls’ faces suggested there was indeed something enchanting about all the lights set against all the dark.

The Burden That Sustains Us
Disability | Opinion

The Burden That Sustains Us

It’s Saturday morning, and I’m entering my local grocery store. At the doors, I observe an older woman in a motorized wheelchair having an animated conversation with a younger man who refers to her as Mom. She is insisting she have another grocery bag on hand for some items, and he is insisting she doesn’t need it. The patronizing tone in the son’s voice is difficult to hear – and impossible to miss.