Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A Disability Separates Mother and Children

02.01.2011

I read Sandy Banks’ Op-Ed piece from today and I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Divided by parental love

A 'good father' feuds with his former mother-in-law over visits between his children and their disabled mom. That shouldn't be.

Sandy Banks / February 1, 2011

The court file might be as thick as the Dorn triplets are tall by the time the legal wrangling between their father and grandparents ends.

The children — Yossi, Esti and Reuvi, now 41/2 — are at the center of an acrimonious legal battle over whether they should be allowed, ordered even, to visit their mother, who suffered catastrophic brain damage giving birth to them.


Times reporter Maria La Ganga has chronicled the story of the family: Abbie Dorn was left unable to move or speak by a series of medical errors during childbirth in 2006 at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. Two years later, she and her husband, Dan, were divorced. Her parents, Paul and Susan Cohen, became her conservators. They moved Abbie to their South Carolina home and enlisted an army of therapists to work with her.

Susan says Abbie has improved dramatically from the "vegetative state" once assigned to her. "She has vision; she can hear, she enjoys her nieces and nephews." It's time for her children to get to know the mother they have seen only once in three years.

Dan Dorn sees it differently. For months after the children were born, he hauled them to her hospital bed.

Those visits stopped, he said, when he became convinced that they would do his children more harm than good.

He is trying to protect his children from the danger of unreal expectations that their mother will one day be able to help them with homework, or even talk with them.

That expectation is embodied by his former mother-in-law, who looks past Abbie's feeding tube, rigid limbs and blank stare and sees her funny, loving middle child — the one she always considered the peacemaker.

This case could use a peacemaker.

The legal question is clear: California's family law provisions support "frequent and continuing contact with both parents" unless that contact is "not in the best interests of the children." It is up to Judge Frederick C. Shaller to decide whether visits with their mother would be detrimental to the triplets.

But the process has been freighted with hostility and hardball tactics, with each side claiming that the other cares less about the children's interests than their own selfish agendas.

"I get a sick feeling about this case," Shaller told both sides during a court hearing I attended last week. "I don't know how it got to the point of being litigated like this when we have three little children to think about."

The lawyers seem to argue over every detail, from the evaluations offered by dueling experts to the conditions for a possible Passover visit.

"Most of what is happening in this case doesn't seem to be focusing on … what would be in the best interest of these children," Judge Shaller told them.

The judge is right, from what I see. This is less a legal battle than a war between two bulldog parents, a father of young triplets and the mother of a disabled woman, trying to trying to protect children who have no voice.

Susan Cohen has made the case a public crusade, putting the best face on her daughter's shortcomings. Abbie has a Facebook page. She stares blankly at the camera in her profile photo, pretty in a red headband and bow.

Her interests are swimming, walking on the beach and yoga, it says. There's a video of her at a Purim celebration, strapped to a wheelchair-like contraption while clapping children dance a circle around her.

"Dan wants to erase her from the world," Susan said, her voice rising in the courthouse hall. "It's as if she never existed."

The one time Dan allowed the children to visit Abbie's home, he had Susan followed around by a bodyguard so she wouldn't say anything to the children. "He doesn't want them to know anything about their mother; doesn't even want them to pray for her."

She pauses, and her voice is softer when she speaks again. "He's a good father. He spends time with them, takes good care of them.... But he's afraid for me to give them hope."

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It's easy to see why Dan Dorn may be seen as the villain. In letters, blog posts and message boards, strangers have lashed out at his choice to keep a mother from her children.

Dan has refused to talk with reporters, but I approach him in the courthouse hallway. I see a flicker of recognition in his eyes when I tell him that I was also a single parent and raised three children on my own when their father died.

His lawyer raises a hand to stop him, but he seems eager for a sounding board.

"I'm the bad guy in this, I know," he said. "I loved Abbie." But his Abbie is gone. His responsibility now is to his children, and he doesn't want them to court disappointment with dreams of boardwalk excursions and shopping malls.

I think he's hard-headed but not hard-hearted. Still, I'll join the chorus and say he's wrong. I understand a father's urge to protect his children. But I think Dorn underestimates the grip a mother has on her children's souls.

Yossi, Esti and Reuvi won't always be naive children, mollified by the script their suffering father offers: Mommy got sick because the doctor made a mistake. Nothing can be done except to move on.

The triplets will become teenagers, young adults, maybe parents. Getting to know their mother, whatever her limitations, offers lessons in patience, sacrifice and compassion that can shape the grownups they become.

There are gifts for both mother and children that only reconciliation between these two families can provide: the joy — however ephemeral and unmeasured — that Abbie may draw from watching her children grow. And the security her children will draw from the knowledge that Mommy loved them with all she had.


sandy.banks@latimes.com

Copyright © 2011, Los Angeles Times


Saturday, January 22, 2011

A Birthday Story

01.22.2011

Thirty-six and half years ago, upon finding out she was pregnant with me, my mom went back to school and, while pregnant, took a chemistry class whose final was scheduled for this day (today). The instructor told my mom that he had no problem with her taking his class entering her 9th month of pregnancy as long as she promised to not go into labor during the final. She agreed because my due date wasn’t until a week later.

What she didn’t promise is that I wouldn’t come on that day at all. When she called to tell him that she wouldn’t be showing up to the final because she was in labor and asked if she could postpone taking the exam, he tossed in a joke (which I can’t remember) and let her take it at a later date. True to my nature, I hate being late and always try to arrive early.

I wonder what our child’s delivery story will be…

(It will probably somehow involve me calming Rob down.)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

You'll Make a Great Mother

01.19.2011

A number of people compliment me by saying that they think I’d make a wonderful mother. This comment doesn’t sit well with me because how good of a parent could I possibly be if I’m not someone who’s running out to be one?

Thursday, December 16, 2010

One Needs a Core

12.16.2010

A friend of mine has raised three grown sons and she told me the other day that she still has to remind herself that she is, in fact, a mom.

This struck me because I was under the impression that at some point in one’s life, quite possibly when you have a kid, things just click in to place. Not that you have everything figured out but that you, you know, grow up and that somehow having a kid makes you smarter. I know that may sound silly and/or may not make much sense but one of the reasons I’m scared of having a kid is because I have trouble seeing myself as “an adult.” Would having a child make me lose my sense of play? Would I lose my sense of wonder as I was bogged down with the responsibility of raising another human being? Would I see myself differently?

Perhaps there’s some truth to all those questions and that, yes, a part of my current definition of “play” would change or my sense of wonder would change as I witnessed the world through my child’s eyes and, yes, I suppose I would see myself differently. But we are all individuals before the child comes into our world with our own set of interests, likes and dislikes and though some of that may alter over time, I think the core of who we are remains the same post-child. What I’m starting to realize is that many of us have difficulty recognizing the movement of time and that the wistful days of our youth have long gone. Life moves forward, and that’s OK.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Once an Outside, Always an Outsider?

12.15.2010

I walked out of the market this afternoon and passed by what looked like a mommy convention. There must’ve been about 15 new moms with their babies and strollers sitting outside of the store having lunch. I scanned the crowd trying to find someone I could identify with and couldn’t. What exactly I was looking for I couldn’t tell you. Someone who looked like me? Someone who looked terrified? Someone who didn’t belong there? I don’t know. Maybe all of those things.

What I do know is how both scared and sad I felt while looking at this group. I’m not someone who ever fit into one particular crowd. As a teen, I floated between the jocks, the nerds, and, on a rare occasion, the popular crowd. I didn’t want to label myself and made it a point to be friends with everyone. Despite having gone to an all girl’s high school, those cliques were definitely there and I had a rough time freshman year.

But this isn’t a “woe is me” story because, obviously, I survived and I eventually found my circle of friends. But this group of mothers today reminded me of the typical popular girls you see in movies. They were loud, showing off their babies, and clacking like a group of hens. I realized that I would never be a part of a group like that. Not that I really care to be but I feel like because we’re waiting to have a kid, I’m going to find myself outside of the circle of parents who all had kids at about the same time and, like in so many other areas of my life, lagging behind everyone else. It struck me how I might feel like an outsider even while holding a baby amongst other mothers.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Dedicating Your Life to Just Your Kid

11.26.2010

My second year teaching, I had a student whose mother was a “stay-at-home mom.” She got involved in any classroom-related activity, was very nice and sweet, and I appreciated all she did for me. However, even at that time, I wondered what she was going to do once her son left the house. She dedicated her entire life to just her one child, doing nothing else and living for nothing else.

When you teach, it opens up your eyes to a lot of different things. Not only is it amazing birth control but dealing with children and then dealing with their parents gives you a really good psychological edge in life. At least, that’s what I believe.

A woman like the mother of my student scared me immensely at the age of 26 and, frankly, still does. What does a mother like that see when she looks in the mirror 18 years after her child is grown and moved out of the house? What does a mother like that see when she looks at her husband and doesn’t recognize him because he’s carved out a life for himself to accommodate his wife’s dedication toward just the child? What does a mother like that do when her child walks out of the house and starts to live on his/her own (if he/she does at all because the umbilical cord was never quite cut)? The sadness that I imagine is too much.

What is that healthy boundary? I like what Rob’s parents did by trading with other parents. One weekend they would take friends’ kids so that their parents could have some alone time and vice versa. Rob’s parents took care of their own kids but they always made sure to teach boundaries, that adult time was adult time, no exceptions. And this started from when Rob was just born. I like that. I realize now, writing this out that that’s exactly what Rob and I would do. So I guess the key is to keep that line of communication open with your spouse and expresses what you need. I don’t have to raise my kids in a closed-off environment much like my mom did and I certainly don’t have to block off help. If I want a weekend away, I’m going to take it. I always have and I don’t see a child stopping that and, as a matter of fact, it shouldn’t because I don’t want to forget who I am or who I am with Rob and realize 18 years later that I missed an entire life with the man I love and with whom I chose to share my life’s journey. Because, once the kid(s) leave, it’ll be just the two of us again and I don’t want to be strangers.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

The Mind Thinks, The Heart Feels

09.05.2010

In the Los Angeles Times Magazine today, I read an interview with Milla Jovovich. This woman interests me for a strange reason and, when I disclose it, you will think me insane. Yes. You will. I used to have a major crush on actor Balthazar Getty and, as teens, they used to date, and…I hated her for that. I mean, she took away the guy who would fall in love with me the moment he saw me as soon as I were to find an opportunity to present myself to him. Now, 20 years later, she interests me because, in my head, we have history. (I told you you’d think me insane.)

Anyway, there’s something she said in the interview that resonated with me.

The question: VH1 has dubbed you the Reigning Queen of Kick-Butt. Does that help or hinder in getting dramatic roles like the one in Stone?

Her answer: You know, at this point in my career, I can’t imagine anything could hinder me, aside from myself. Having a baby really kind of changed my whole outlook. Before, it was more me being too into my head – too self-centered or insecure about this and that. Now, if my baby is not sick, if she sleeps okay, is eating well…that’s all any mom can ask for. With that kind of new outlook, people can’t help but feel that from you and look at you differently. Now I love to go on auditions.

I know it may seem weird that I identify with her without having a kid myself but there’s a part of me that understands “being too into my head – too self-centered or insecure.” I don’t have kids so I live in my own head for however much I want. I can be self-centered and I’m definitely insecure. I don’t think these necessarily go away completely once you have kids. But I think perspective on them changes because it’s no longer all about you.

I also relate on the level that once you have an attitude adjustment about something, the world takes notice. I’ve had a major attitude adjustment in my life since the beginning of summer and, having come to certain conclusions, I noticed the positive response from the world around me. This change in my life has proven what an important lesson it is to listen to your heart because the answers to all our questions, frustrations, and worries are there. We may not like what we hear but that’s when we should especially listen. Our mind may think it knows best but sometimes we need to give the controls over to the heart however insane that may make us look. Trust me. I know a thing or two about that.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Reflections of Motherhood

08.31.2010

I found this posted on my FB account today (thank you! – you know who you are.) It’s a beautiful vignette of moms and what they would tell themselves before they had their first child. One of the mom’s cards made me cry…and it’s not the one about the boy being sick…

Friday, August 27, 2010

The Fabric Store Experience

08.26.2010

While at the fabric store yesterday, I watched a mother with her daughter (of about 8 or 9) get fabric cut for them for what looked like a costume. I can’t imagine it’d be for Halloween already but, hell, Christmas decorations have been out in some stores since last month, so why not?

As I observed the mother gently and playfully speak with her daughter about making the costume, it made me, for that moment in time, want to have a daughter too. There’s no way I’d be able to make a costume for her like my mom used to make for us or like what that mother was describing, but I can pretend.

It wasn’t that that she made parenting out to look like it was just good times. But her daughter was old enough with whom she could have a conversation and make plans, and do things together. And I wanted that kind of a moment too. But such moments come with a large trade-off and it’s that particular trade-off that complicates things for me.