Don't say 'they are not able' until you have given your utmost to help them to be(come) able.

vrijdag 29 mei 2015

We walked on the sidewalk, how simple things can be precious.

(this message was originally posted in dutch in March 2015) 

Early March I was happy to visit friends in Stockholm and even though I became ill after two days, they inspired me! Incredible! 

Zuzanna and Lukas have two daughters. Polly is the oldest one. She is a beautiful 5 year old, with blond curls. She loves to watch Frozen, over and over again! Anthony is curious toddler (15 months old) with a little brown ponytail. These four people make a warm and loving unity that sees numerous opportunities for a great family life supported by Polly's personal assistants. Polly has assistants because she needs the hands of someone else to live as normal another 5 year old due to Rett syndrome. The Swedish government provides for almost 20 hours of Personal Assistance to help her get through the day and the broken nights. 

Among other things Polly needs support to walk. Inside the house she uses her stool scooter to move around the living room and open plan kitchen. Outside the house she uses a wheel chair that is pushed by one of her assistants. During a walk across one of places with a fantastic view of Stockholm Polly agrees with the proposal to walk and get out of her wheelchair. Her assistant helps her to stand up and supports her from behind. Together they start to take som small steps. I push the empty wheelchair and Zuzanna, while pushing Anthonia's stroller, walks side by side with Polly. Due to the supporting assistent Polly is able to walk quite far already. Zuzanna checks with Polly, "I'm asking you a question. Do you want tot stop? You need to tell me yes or no." Suzanne moves nods her head and moves to the side for no. Polly's answer is clear, she moves her head to the side 'no'. Polly continues her walk and Zuzanna holds her hand. The smile on Polly's beautiful face is even bigger then the smile of her loving mother. Mother and daughter walk hand in hand across the sidewalk of the Swedish capital. Lets play a game! Zuzanna points to 'hurry up!' on the front page of Polly's PODD. They run and then Zuzanna suddenly stands still and points to 'stop'. We pause for a second and delight in this precious moment. However, Polly isn't done yet! She continues to run together with her assistant until Zuzanna says 'stop' once more and points to the symbol. It's an everyday game for a mum to play with her child, but it's not at all an 'everyday game' for Zuzanna and Polly. Its precious moment. 




I'm moved when I realize what a personal assistant adds to the live of a mother of a child with complex needs. Madeline is one of the lovely ladies that have been involved with Polly for a while now. She is there to help Polly to be a normal 5 year old. 

Back at the airport I think about my incredibly hospitable friends. They took such good care of me being ill. I remember the smooth trip from my home to their home few days earlier. 
I had not traveled to their home in Sweden before. I took the ArlandaExpress, following Zuzanna's instructions. The airport bus brought me to the city centre. At 'Cityterminalen' I changed coaches and waited for the next bus on my schedule. Due to the schedule I arrived at the busstop close to my destination, the house of Zuzanna and Lukas, 5 hours after leaving Schiphol Airport. Zuzanna helpt me with the script (schedule)! Zuzanna was already waiting at the busted and together we walked home. Such a delight to meet her again after 8 months and walk on the sidewalk... not knowing what was in store for me; becoming ill and being greatly inspired. 

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vrijdag 22 mei 2015

Bridging the gap!

(This message was originally published in Dutch on December 15th 2014, Afstand is er om te overbruggen!

It has been a while since I wrote a message. A lot has happened in my life. Many things to write about, events and other things that could be a great start... nevertheless I didn't do it. I did not succeed to bridge the gap and find the time to entrust my thoughts to the digital paper. Bridging the gap, that small phrase moves my heart. 

A short while ago I heard on the radio that 40% of all people in the Netherlands has at least one family member with whom he or she is no longer in contact. The NOS (Dutch public broadcasting company) posted a small article on the subject. It saddens me to realize that there can be such a distance between people that live in the same country. Most likely these people used to celebrate Christmas together, but they are no longer able to tell each other’s life story into detail. 

A short while ago a post on Facebook reminded me of the life story of Margreet. I met Margreet when I was working as an SLP in residential care, Arnhem for the organization called Siza. Her life story and her delight in life moved. She needs some extra time to tell her story, because she is no longer able to talk quickly after the brain injury. If you take the time to let her do the talking, you will discover that she is still the entrepreneurial woman from before the accident while traveling. Her dream is to share her story with many people around the globe. She started fund raising for a film based on her book, Love to Live. Hopefully the film will one day be there. One more gap will be bridged and a life story will be known. 

What gives rise to the gap between two people that are willing to communicate with each other? Distance in kilometers? Time? Is there still gap to be found that can't be bridged? There is always a way to be found, a way or method for successful communication. Yesterday I had the privilege to talk to a good friend of mine in Canada using FaceTime. We were both awake at the same time and enjoyed each others (digital) company. Today I had (digital) fika with a friend in Sweden after a long day of work. Without much trouble it seems like we're in the same room, enjoying each other’s company, with coffee, tea and chocolate cookies. We bridged the gap and shared parts of our life story. We chat, share frustrations, laugh and show each other what our new house looks like. 
On days like this, Internet is really my best friend! Without limits I 'kissed' a tough little girl goodnight, because all devices were fully charged, webcams were working and the Wi-Fi signals were strong enough. The only delaying factor in the conversation over a distance of 1.400 kilometer (Utrecht (NL) - Stockholm (SE) is the translation from English to Swedish to Swedish with a PODD. A PODD

is one of the many systems that can be used by parents and children with special needs to bridge the communication gap.


The tough girly-girl in Sweden with her PODD and personal assistant.