Why This Special Needs Tiger Mama Bear Didn’t Intervene

 

"You leave my brother alone!!  He has autism!"

“You leave my brother alone!!  My brother has awe-tism!”

There are helicopter parents, then there are Special Needs parent stealth bombers.  How this Asian Special Needs Tiger Mama Bear (I know.  That’s a lot of mixed metaphors) nearly became a weapon of mass destruction and ravaged a playground when her cub got threatened.  Why I didn’t intervene.

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It was a classic Special Needs Mama Bear Moment.  Jeremy had perched himself at the top of the playground slide.  He was oblivious that he was blocking a queue of children from taking their turn. I hovered nearby, ready to intervene should the situation escalate.

Sure enough, a gang of irate older boys began to protest Jeremy’s monopoly of the slide.  But he remained blissfully clueless to their stares and pleas. Eventually, their quizzical looks turned into smirks and sidelong glances.  They’d figured out, “Something’s wrong with him.”

I maneuvered in, stealthily, not wanting to draw attention to myself.  I desperately hoped Jeremy would comply.  Or that the older boys would cease.  In either case, I was ready to pounce.  No one messes with my babies.  Not on my watch.  And especially not with my sweet, passive, non-verbal son with autism.  Pre-pubescent ‘tweens or not, I snarled as I positioned myself to strike the jugular.

The snickers turned into taunts and mocking laughter.  A feral protectiveness welled up in me, threatening to annihilate any and every twelve year-old in its wake.  Instinctively, my mama bear claws flicked open.  But despite my thirst for tween blood, I forced myself to wait.  I paced back and forth nervously.  I waited.  And with bated breath, I permitted the taunting and torment to continue.

 

Intervention!

Just as their mother was about to go DEFCON 1, a streak of orange appeared from nowhere and flung himself between Jeremy and the menacing cluster at the top of the slide.  His shrill, piping voice rang out,

“You leave my brother ALONE!  My brother has awe-tism!”

Just as I’d hoped, my younger son intervened to shout down the pack of hostile 7th graders.  Stunned and taken aback by a Kindergartener’s boldness, the tween gang skulked and retreated.  They fled the playground without a word.

That’s right:  Stand down, son.

I smiled smugly.  Bloodletting averted, I slipped away and withdrew to my sentry post, the “mommy bench” a safe distance away.  Step aside, Heimdall, you got nothin’ on this Gatekeeper Mommy.  Gradually, my blood pressure dropped back to normal.  The Threat was neutralized.  Mollified, my Wolverine claws retracted and found repose inside the pockets of my hoodie.  I tucked them away for another day… and exhaled.

These precious youngins will never know the spectacular display of carnage they’d just been spared.

 

Helicopter Parent vs. Special Needs Stealth Bomber

I never took my eyes off child for a moment.  Just like Roz the slug says in Monsters Inc. “I’m watching you, kid.  Aaaalways watching…”  Especially knowing how vulnerable Jeremy is, I’m hyper-vigilant

Helicopter Parents vs. Special Needs Parent Stealth Bombers

Helicopter Parents vs. Special Needs Parent Stealth Bombers.

especially out in public.  In addition to having zero safety awareness or stranger danger, his atypical behaviors make him susceptible to awkward social encounters.  I have to intervene often.  But I always defer until critically necessary.

Why?  Not because I’m an uncaring or disengaged parent.  More precisely, I have a long-term agenda.  I want my non-verbal child to learn to stand up for himself.   It took nearly 10 years of IEP goals, speech therapy and intensive behavioral coaching to teach him to even vocalize, “Stop it!”  I wanted to equip him for the inevitable day he’d be provoked by an aggressive classmate,  a schoolyard bully or –worst-case scenario– a child abductor.

Today was that day.  A decade of intense therapy and systematic training came to a head in this moment.  Hence, I was loath to chopper in too soon.  Because if modern parents are prone to helicopter, then special needs moms are the hovercraft stealth bombers of our day (with fully equipped SWAT team onboard.)  But even this highly evolved control freak knew not to rob my boy this opportunity to develop sorely needed self-advocacy skills.

I also wanted to test if Justin would come to his brother’s defense.  The laws of mortality already predestined I wouldn’t always be there to bail them out.  Hence, Justin’s training as lifelong caregiver and guardian over his  brother would have to begin sooner than later.  How else would my children hone critical survival skills, unless I stepped back to let them flex?

 

He is close to the brokenhearted

The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles.  The Lord is close to the brokenheartedand saves those who are crushed in spirit.  The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all.

Psalm 34:17-19

Our Heavenly Father has the same zealous love and feral protectiveness over His Children.  Whenever we are under attack, He sidles in even closer.  Unbeknownst to us, He summons a fleet of angels at the ready.  And at just the right time, He may even deploy spiritual siblings for backup.  He gifts them with an opportunity to flex their protectorate muscles, to act as His agents to distribute His compassion, protection and comfort.

“The Lord is close to the brokenheartedand saves those who are crushed in spirit.  The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all.”  The Lord is near to the vulnerable, the oppressed, and the broken-hearted.  No loving Parent can bear seeing their beloved children threatened, mistreated or attacked.  If God permits our struggle, there must be greater skills He intends for us to learn through them.  In His sovereignty, God permits what He hates to allow that which He loves, as Joni Eareckson Tada put so well.

Providence knows better than to undermine spiritual growth by swooping in prematurely.  Strength and resilience develop through tension, not slack.  Our Father wants us to learn to advocate for ourselves.  So that when the day of evil comes, we may be able to stand our ground, and after we have done everything, to stand.

Unbeknownst to us, His presence always hovers near in stealth.   He maneuvers in even closer whenever His beloved are assailed or under threat.  He may not intervene immediately.   But He is our ever-present help in times of trouble.  He will never abandon nor forsake us.  Trust in His timing and provision.  Meanwhile, seek the Lord while He may be found.  Call on Him while He is near.  He is Emmanuel, God with us.

He’s watching us.  Always watching us…

 

 

Published as “Special Needs Parent Stealth Bomber” at Orange Parent CUE.

 

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10 Responses to Why This Special Needs Tiger Mama Bear Didn’t Intervene

  1. Denise Twum November 12, 2013 at 12:31 pm #

    Once again, beautifully written. I was captured from the first sentence. Thank you for your openness and willingness to share with us. And even more, for using this to share qualities of our Father that some of us aren’t even cognizant of. Thank you unnie!

    • Diane November 12, 2013 at 12:44 pm #

      Dear Denise Dongseng 🙂 It’s a pleasure and privilege to share! I’m honored by your enthusiastic support. And knowing you are a deep appreciator of music, to share the song that comes to mind? Lincoln Brewster, “You dance over me while I am unaware. You sing all around and I never hear the sound… Lord I’m amazed by You… and how you love me!”

  2. Cecil Wong November 13, 2013 at 8:35 am #

    Diane, you seriously need to write a novel. You had my riveted with graphic images and gripping emotions over that whole playground scene, lol!!

    • Diane November 13, 2013 at 9:45 pm #

      LOL thank you Cecil! I believe that’s the Dad and Pastor’s heart in you that resonates with that playground scene 🙂

  3. Ann Holmes November 13, 2013 at 9:34 am #

    Diane, thanks! Your posts always leave me challenge and blessed!

    • Diane November 13, 2013 at 10:17 pm #

      Thank YOU Ann! Your encouragement blesses me in return — and challenges me to keep at it 🙂

  4. Anonymous November 13, 2013 at 7:55 pm #

    Love, love, love. Thank you!!! I needed to hear that!!! 🙂

    • Diane November 13, 2013 at 10:18 pm #

      Thank you, thank you, thank YOU! It blesses me a LOT to know that 🙂

  5. Anita August 1, 2014 at 1:24 pm #

    Bawling. Thank you! :’-)

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