One of my newer friends put The Question to me after a barbeque that I’d spent a week planning and a night without sleep obsessing about my decision to impose a social function on my shy son. She asked me bluntly: “So, how did you do it? Most siblings of special kids are angry, resentful and jealous, and leave the home as soon as they can. But your daughter is so confident and well adjusted! She even told me that she plans to stay close to you guys even after she leaves college so she’ll always be a part of AJ’s life. So how did you do it?”
It was the first time I would admit the truth to anyone. “We spoiled her rotten,” I replied, shamefacedly.
It was true. May daughter discovered her sense of style in the 90’s and was bringing home names like Dolce and Prada as often as she brought home friends. Since these were the 90’s years. we could afford to indulge her. Later on this indulgence became trips to London, Madrid, then onto Aix on Provence to get her French (which eluded her grasp, although she did acquire an eye for the architecture and interior design of French farm houses and a taste for the the meals that might be served inside them.)
My daughter was generally, spectacularly, unhelpful around the house. I didn’t fight with her; I didn’t want the tension. Or maybe I was afraid of it. I wanted, and needed her to be happy and feel close to me, because I was afraid of not being the perfect mom for both of my children. I ignored the pointed looks and remarks from other family members at Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. My husband and I gave her own space, let her appoint it with fashion and later, with philosophy. My husband always drove her to school (rather than have her ride the private bus we paid for) because high school was a delicate time for her and she needed his gentle, sage advice. I didn’t make her AJ’s default babysitter when I wasn’t around. And I had the good sense to make her our only daughter, so that she would always be Daddy’s Girl.
So how did all that extra housework, tongue holding and ignoring good advice work out for me? Continue reading →