Little Calvin

Most people will tell you that the birth of a younger sibling is scary and traumatic – especially if you’re old enough to remember the event later, but not old enough at the time to handle the stress like an adult.

What most people can’t tell you is how much more terrifying it is when there are complications and the final verdict is something you would never have expected.  Such was my experience when my little brother Calvin was born.

I’m sure you can imagine all the excitement the mere news of his birth caused.  Baby number 6 – born 10 days early, but healthy nonetheless… or so we thought.  It’s always a scary moment when your parents tell you to sit down and listen carefully even as the solemn, serious looks on their faces warn you that all is not well.  As I look back, I think the thing that shocked me more than the actual news (on that day, at least) was that my dad started to cry before he could tell us the whole story.  My mom had to finish, and later, my dad told me that she didn’t cry then because she’d already cried away all her tears.

Calvin was diagnosed with Down syndrome.  Unfortunately, it’s a difficult condition to gauge in terms of how severe the case is until the diagnosed child learns to speak.  The reason for that is because two of the main symptoms of Down syndrome are delayed development and a slower ability to learn, so until the child learns to talk, you can’t measure either of those.

I was 13 when Calvin was born – an age (as I’m sure everyone can agree) that is as confusing as it is difficult.  I had recently been transferred into the school I would graduate from when my mom had Calvin, and my family had recently left the church we had attended since I was born – in fact, my mom had grown up in that church, and my grandma still goes there.  As a result, my life was a complete mess: I had no friends (having been home-schooled since 3rd grade before I transferred into the new school), my church family was now gone and then almost immediately replaced by countless others in the hopes of finding a new permanent one, and now my home life had been thrown into chaos by the new and unwelcome little problem.

I won’t go into the details of what my attitude and mental state were during this time, but looking back, I think I can honestly say that I hated baby Calvin for a time.  He wasn’t the only cause of my anger, but his presence destroyed the last bit of stability I still had in my life up to that point.  It took me a very long time find a way to cope with the completely new and alien life that was thrust upon me, but what came out of it was beautiful and well worth the struggle.

I became like a second mother to Calvin and to my other siblings as well because of how often my mom was in the hospital with him.  Children born with Down syndrome are very often prone to other health problems, and Calvin went through more than his fair share of these.  As a result, I was often left to play the role of mother (being the firstborn), so that was the relationship that formed between Calvin and I.  He’s 6 years old now, but our relationship hasn’t really changed.  I graduated with honors from the same school I had recently entered when Calvin was born, and I have many friends and teachers I still talk to.  Plus, the education that school gave me is one of the biggest influences that made me decide on George Fox University, and it prepared me very well for the academics at George Fox.  Changing churches changed my life and my relationship with God – I can’t even imagine who I would be if that change hadn’t come right when it did.

I think the lesson here is that no matter what challenges and changes life throws your way, there’s always going to be some good that comes out of it, any usually a lot more good comes out of it than you ever could have predicted.

My point in writing about this isn’t to just tell y’all about my lovely family or my lovely problems, but to make a point: not only did a lot of good come out of all the things I just talked about, but it’s all become a wealth of writing inspiration and ideas and potential topics, too.  I really have no worries about ever not having something to write about – there’s just no way that I’ll ever run out of things to say!  The adventure will be looking for topics I haven’t really explored yet.


10 thoughts on “Little Calvin

  1. jopaul12 says:

    It can be bittersweet when one of your sources of story is from painful experiences in your life. Still, I think writing about it is good, you have a lot of potential to help others with down-syndrome children or siblings. I hope you write more on this topic. It would be cool and fun to see your take on Calvin’s life.

  2. hharney12 says:

    Your post holds a lot of tangible honesty. I am glad you and Calvin have a great relationship. What a blessing.
    I know how important a church family is at the age of 13. To have a relationship with God at that age is interesting ~ speaking from my own experience.

    • InkSplashes says:

      Yes, he’s a little sweetheart. (:
      13 is such a difficult age in all ares of life, so when literally every basis for stability either changed or disappeared for me, my life just became a chaotic mess.

  3. Merry Dunn says:

    Your bond with Calvin is very precious to me- you two are my “bookends”…
    Well written Sweetie!

  4. Kaiya Woodside says:

    First, I want to thank you for your vulnerability and willingness to share with us. It’s always hard to put bits of yourself out into the world and subject them to other’s thoughts and opinions. Your story resonates with me because of my own experience with my little sister. Addison was born when I was only 4, but the difficulties in her development came quite a few years later when she was diagnosed with Spinal Bifida. I loved my sister from the first moment I saw her, which I’m sure you can relate to with Calvin. It’s tough being so young and confused and wanting to help but not knowing how. And 13 is the worst age haha so I can’t even imagine how it was for you. Anyways, thank you for using this experience as a subject in your writing. You are touching other lives with it.

    • InkSplashes says:

      You’re right, it IS hard to share personal anecdotes knowing that others are going to see it – so thank you for commenting and sharing your story about your sister! It’s nice to meet people who can understand a little of what I went through! I’ll admit, I don’t know much about Spinal Bifida, but I can sympathize with you and your family and the hardships having a disabled sibling can cause. They are truly wonderful people, though, don’t you agree? (:

  5. csmit1991 says:

    Rachel, I think this is your first piece that I’ve read. I guess I’ve been missing out for a while because this is great! This post is easy to read, has an important message, and flows so easily I literally heard your voice. Thank you for posting about your family. I know that can sometimes be a difficult decision, but I agree with Joseph that you can share some encouragement to other families that have members with Down syndrome. (And I like that you are a bookend, that’s so cute!) Keep up your beautiful writing, although I know I don’t have to tell you that. 🙂

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