Last summer Mya took tennis lessons and at some point during that time Suhn asked the question, "When I get older can I take tennis lessons too?"
This is a question I am not sure how to answer.
For those of you who don't know, Suhn has cerebral palsy and at this point in time needs a walker to get from place to place. Although she is making HUGE strides and has started walking around our house without her walker, she still has a ways to go before she can get around without it. Honestly, she may always need some kind of "help" to get around (whether that be a walker or crutches or something else). Time will tell.
The realist in me wants to tell her she will probably never be able to play tennis.
But at the same time, what if someday she can?
Do I quench what I think is an impossible dream or do I give what could be a false hope?
It is a question I wrestle with all the time. It is one of the hard things about having a child with a special need.
Last week at Summit 9, I received a burst of inspiration in the form of a 19 year old named George Dennehy. George was born in Romania with no arms and adopted by a US family at the age of 1. George's mom saw that he had a gift for music and at the age of 8 signed him up for cello lessons.
Did you catch that. He has no arms and his mom signed him up for cello lessons. He learned to play with his feet.
At Summit, George played Amazing Grace for us on the guitar with his feet. I was blown away.
It brought up the question, if I had been George's mom, would I have signed my son with no arms up for cello lessons? I don't think I would have. It would have fallen into the "impossible dream" category for me. I would have encouraged him to pursue something a little more possible and I would have robbed the world of a huge blessing.
I'm sure there is still a place for the realist in me as we navigate these waters with our daughter, BUT after hearing George's story I want to be slow to say she can't. Because, with a lot of hard work, maybe she can.
Or maybe she will start to put in the work and realize that dream, whatever it may be, is not something she wants to pursue. It will be her decision to stop.
Realistic or not, I don't want to be a dream killer. I want to be like George's mom and be willing to sign my kids up for cello lessons, even if it appears to be an impossible feat.
After all, we serve a God who delights in making impossible dreams come true and I don't want to get in the way of that.