A sweet friend of mine cracked a joke last week that got me thinking.
She is from the South and lives in Southern California. When asked by a multilingual world traveler, she shared that she also speaks more than one language – English and “Southern”. (I love this by the way…my grandma was from the South and God has blessed me with two friends that have accents and sayings almost identical to hers.)
She is not wrong. When you move to a new area of the country, or especially abroad, there is a cultural dialect that must be learned, far beyond just the basic function of the language. For instance, when you are from the South, you just know what “that dog don’t hunt” and “she ain’t worth the salt in her bread” mean.
Likewise, I realize I am learning an entirely new cultural dialect when it comes to my boys.
The reality is, I don’t like this one as much. In fact, there are many parts of this new foreign language requirement that bring me to tears, make me angry, or inspire me to me want to give up and take a nap.
Let’s start with just the acronyms –
ASD (autism spectrum disorder)
ADD (attention deficit disorder)
ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder)
ODD (oppositional defiance disorder)
LD – Learning Disorder
PDD – NOS (Pervasive Developmental Disorder – Not Otherwise Specified)
ABT (Applied Behavioral Therapy)
CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy)
OT (Occupational Therapy)
PT (Physical Therapy)
ST (Speech Therapy)
SLP (Speech and Language Pathology or Pathologist)
BP (bipolar disorder)
IEP (Individualized Education Plan)
SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder)
2E (Twice Exceptional meaning highly gifted, but also has another diagnosis)
Then there are these words, that I might have known before, but never, ever thought I would use this much or in so many ways –
Spectrum (I am so tired of this one…over used and not understood)
“Special” followed by anything
Least Restrictive Environment
Sensory Modulation Dysfunction
Intensive Outpatient Program
Sensory Discrimination Dysfunction
Becoming Bilingual: The Language We Learn As Parents Of Children With Special Needs
Some of know exactly what this list means.
In fact, you could probably add many more that I have yet to be exposed to as I learn this new part of the world.
Some of you have no idea what any of them mean, and that’s good. You shouldn’t (although maybe have a little grace for us when we can’t put two sentences together, or even worse, when we talk incessantly about anything not listed above just because we can…).
On one hand, I think as moms, we are always learning one new dialect or another.
When we’re pregnant, we start to speak of gestation, and fetal development, of birthing methods and trimesters, as if they have always been an easy part of our vocabulary. Then it’s on to breast feeding, and rectal temps, and anything having to do with sleeping through the night. We speak of milestones and child development along with remedies for rashes, fevers, and earaches as if we were trained by medical professionals.
And, when our babies start to grow up, we begin to learn the dialects that matter to them.
Every mom I know has one. It’s skateboarding and Minecraft and every single American Girl Doll and those crazy Rainbow Loom Bracelets. We learn what we need to learn to relate our kids.
I would like to say that this is like that.
But it’s just not.
It’s heavier. It’s scarier.
It requires more of me than I have ever had to deal with in my lifetime.
Parents Of Children With Special Needs
There are times where adding one more new word to this list feels like adding a weight to an already over-packed, way too heavy backpack – a backpack that I have to carry while dragging my sons with me up a very steep hill.
Yet, at the end of the day, learning this new vocabulary has also taught me so much more about the deeper meaning of other words – words like grace, love, family, redemption and salvation.
Without this new dialect, I wouldn’t know the amazing way that friends can sweep in and make things better, just because they are there. Or how good it feels to have my son hug me, even though he doesn’t naturally enjoy physical touch and affection. I wouldn’t know the sweet joy of my little one being able to finally read out loud. I never would’ve seen the strength and love of my husband, so raw and exposed.
There is a beautiful cadence hidden in this language.
Once you get past the harsh sounding words, what’s hidden in it is a softness that I have never been able to speak before.