Its pretty unusual for a 30 year old to say that their parents are their best friends, but for me, this is a true statement. Yes, I realize its not close to Mothers or Fathers Day, but, due to several things that have been going on the past few months, I find myself reflecting on just how true that statement is. My mom and dad are my best friends. Im not really sure if this common among adults with significant disabilities or not, but Im so fortunate to say, for me, this is 100% true!

Since I was the first grandchild on both sides of the family, my traumatic birth (which resulted in me having Cerebral Palsy) sent a scare through the entire family. Seconds after I was born, my parents realized their lives would never be normal again. Although, they didnt know the severity and impact of my disability until months and years later, I cant fathom how scary my birth must have been for them. I realize my mom and dad could have easily given up on me right then and there, but, instead, they chose to take on the challenge of giving me the best life they possibly could.

There are far, far too many examples to share, but my parents have done everything they can to make my life as normal as possible. They have adapted so many things in order for me to partake in so many activities that I otherwise would not have been able to. Everything from adapting sleds and swings, to chaperoning school field trips and dances so I could attend, to giving me chores and punishing me just like any other kid, to driving me around and being my assistant so I can partake in various social events, to fighting insurance companies, to attending countless therapies and medical appointments with me, to building an accessible house and buying wheelchair accessible vans the list goes on and on. As I mentioned in my last journal entry, thanks to my parents, travel has been a big part of my life. Mom and dad have said that they feel its their responsibility to show me as much of the country (and beyond) as possible. As I get older, I realize how lucky I was to have been able to see and experience so much when I was younger.

Weve had many conversations in the recent years about my disability. I find it interesting that they think the early years were hardest. Obviously, my birth was dramatic for them, but I think it was hard on them watching other kids who were younger than me progress physically, and then having to explain to me why I wasnt able to do those things. I also think it was hard for them to deal with peoples reactions. As I got older, mom and dad taught me how to deal with peoples reactions to my disability.

When I graduated high school and entered adulthood, I think my parents feared what would happen to me. As much as they encouraged me to attend UW-Whitewater, I know they had doubts about me being able to make it on my ownespecially my dad. It took a couple months, but it was a huge relief for them when they realized with the right supports I could live on my own. This relieved them because they then knew that after they are gone, I would physically be all right without them.

Even though, I live on my own in Oshkosh now, I still depend on support from my parents a lot. Although, I try hard to deal with as much as possible on my own, my mom and dad assist me with quite a bit. Whether its dealing with a wheelchair shuffle (like this summer has been) or dealing with care issues, theyre always right there to help. I cant even begin to list all of the things that my parents still do for me.

Having said that, I think the most important thing they do is be there emotionally for me. Its not easy to admit, but, as strong as I try to be most of the time, sometimes I have moments. As hard as I try to see happiness through other peoples eyes, sometimes it can be really hard to witness my younger sister, younger cousins, and my friends experiencing those normal milestones in life knowing its very unlikely Ill ever reach them. Things like watching others date, get married, and have babies can be very hard. Its not that Im not happy for themI amits just hard accepting that those things may likely never happen to me. When Im having those hard moments, mom and dad are always there for me with an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. I also have a hard time when things related to my disability get in the way of my life. Together we work through those rough patches, and weve learned to rejoice in the small milestones that I reach that may seem insignificant to most people.

So, yes, Im very proud to say that my mom and dad are my best friends. Thanks to their continued abundance of encouragement, support, and love I am the person I am today. Im so blessed to have such great parents!

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