For the Love of Ivey

Not one- not one- have I not left- no matter how good, bad, or ugly- and sat and cried. As she perfectly says, it is an emotional whiplash. We sit with Ivey in the room, with Stephanie signing the conversation to her, and we discuss her. I have requested her absence from the hard meetings. For the record, and I think anyone who has ever sat in one of Ivey’s meetings would agree, we push hard into her present levels of academic achievements- we focus on what she can do. Her possibilities. And so far, she has exceeded every goal set in front of her. Still. No matter how stoic or the smile- my heart is breaking and full of pride all at once. mommas go to their quiet space - and cry. So many meeting were spent fighting with people who were supposed to be on her side. Yet, there is a side. The only side we allow in these meetings, year after year- is Ivey’s side. Still, things are lopsided. Matt and I have different roles in Ivey’s life. Matt and I are a team. We sit in the me...

I've watched this over and over. This is Lawson's story, but his story is a sibling's story. I've said for years that siblings are the heroes in these special stories. They live in a deep shadow most days of their childhood. They choose the shadow as adults. A shadow they love for a person who takes priority in time, space, and attention. They hear "hold on a minute" more times than fair. Siblings live in homes where the need for responsibility and priorities exceed their age. They do it with a quiet love that is unconditional. And, they are their siblings biggest cheerleaders and motivation. They show up. Siblings have an understanding of Life, each breath being a gift. Sacred and cherished. As Lawson said, which broke my heart, a Life he didn't know if he would see after he walked out a door some days. Siblings witness the fragility of Life. It is not my place to try and tell Knox and Walker's journey with Ivey. I can only tell this j...