I’m grateful that my son with EB is becoming more independent
A week at the beach was a reminder of all Jonah has accomplished
Independence. It’s a concept we think about a lot this time of year. Together as a nation, we observe Juneteenth and the Fourth of July. And in the “land of the free,” we celebrate summer with beach trips, cookouts, watermelon, pool parties, fireworks, parades, outdoor concerts, and baseball games under the lights.
Our family just returned from our 20th year of Cousin Camp, our annual beach trip with my husband’s extended family. Jonah, my son with junctional epidermolysis bullosa (EB), and his brother, Gideon, consider it their favorite week of the year. It’s seven glorious days of beach fun, pool swimming, amazing food, dessert after every meal (What? You’ve never heard of breakfast dessert?), and all kinds of games and general shenanigans among the 17 cousins — not to mention their parents and grandparents.
With all of the tomfoolery and unbridled joy that come with Cousin Camp, it’s easy to be grateful for family, fun, and the freedom to celebrate. But I was even more thankful this year as I watched Jonah. I felt so grateful to see him becoming more independent.
How far we’ve come
When you’re told at your child’s birth that he has only a 15%-20% chance of making it to his first birthday, you don’t spend much time envisioning the future. Every day you’re just barely making it, determined to do what needs to be done to ensure survival for that day — one wound at a time, one chore at a time, one solution at a time.
You don’t have the luxury of thinking 15 years into the future. You don’t imagine that he’ll be one of a hoard of 17 cousins getting to enjoy a sweet summer week at the beach.
Of course, because of his EB, he has limitations. He can’t fight the waves and boogie board like his brother. He has to be tube-fed to supplement what he can eat by mouth. With the sand, salt, and heat, he endures two to three hours a day of wound care and bandage changing. He’s not going to be the one belly flopping into the deep end of the pool. Nothing is without its complications.
But he gets to experience so much — far more than we ever could’ve imagined.
This year, on a gentle ocean day, Jonah walked in with me until the water was about waist-high, and he experienced the waves. This year he put on his goggles and swam the entire length of the pool. This year he laughed and ate around the table at almost every meal, enjoying the same food as everyone else. (That’s definitely more than I can say for Gideon, who subsisted on his regular diet of hot dogs, bread, and Goldfish.)
This whole last year has been something to behold. Jonah conquered his first year of high school, including transitioning from a tiny private school to a massive public school, like a champ. He came out of the school year with new friendships, teachers whose lives he’d affected, and all A’s and B’s. He’s just gotten his driver’s permit and is doing an amazing job mastering the roads. He works part time on the cash register at my friend’s coffee shop. And he swam across the entire pool at Cousin Camp, for goodness’ sake!
I cannot with this kid. I. Just. Cannot.
I’m so thankful for the independence he does have. It’s something he fights for every day.
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Comments
Colleen Maier
I have followed Jonah's journey since the beginning. The last few years I have only checked in occasionally, but it was so wonderful to check in today and see that he is a thriving 15 year old! Where has the time gone. He sounds like an amazing young man who is finding joy in his journey. You all have been through (and continue to go through) so much more than most of us can ever imagine. You have grown with him and are an inspiration.
Patrice Williams
Thank you so much for your kind words!