hopes and dreams – from hopeful parents


As some of you may remember, I used to write once a month for a site called Hopeful Parents. I loved my time there.  I adore the site and everything that it stands for. The name says it all, really – a community of (special needs) parents who choose to view the world through a lens of hope.

I stopped writing for them a few months back when I realized that I was desperately overcommitted and really (OK, really, really) needed to pull in the reins where I could.

Over time, I plan to repatriate the posts that I wrote there – to bring them home to Diary so that they will be a part of the collection of stories here. My greatest hope is that someday Katie and Brooke and I can look at all of this together. That we can talk about these moments in time and that they can tell me what they were experiencing through each of them. That they can tell me where I got it right and where – inevitably – I got it disastrously wrong. I hope that they will see that even when it all went awry, I loved them more than anything.

And so today begins the process of bringing some of the twenty-seven posts that I wrote on Hopeful Parents back home. I hope you will indulge me on this walk down memory lane. I don’t plan to publish them in any particular order. I will just put them up here and there as they resonate. Today, this one hit home.

The following was first published on September 16 of 2009. Brooke was in first grade.


Hopes and Dreams


Hopes and Dreams,” it said on top of the page. Brooke’s first grade teacher had sent it home for us to fill it out before meeting with her.

What are your hopes and dreams for your child’s academic learning this year?

The question should have been innocent enough, but the blank page taunted me. Come on, Jess. What are your hopes for your daughter? Whatcha got, kid? What are your dreams? Write us a story. Make it good.

I chose my words with care. The dam was threatening to burst. I chose the following:

“To keep pace with her peers and to acquire all of the tools that she will need to succeed in second grade and beyond.”

Sounded reasonable, I thought. It wasn’t even half the story.

Please, God, PLEASE let all of the supports that we have in place for her make this possible. Because honestly, right now, right in this moment, I can’t imagine how this can be possible.

She had brought home her first-ever homework assignment that afternoon. It was an outline of an umbrella to be colored in according to a key determined by some very simple math. 2+2 =? As we’d worked on it together after dinner – slowly, painfully – I’d thought, “There’s just no way.”

I was sick to my stomach. My kid deserves better. She has the fundamental right to a mother who believes that this is possible. That anything is possible. We can do this, damn it. We WILL do this. There was no mention of doubt in the question. The question was about HOPE. 

Yes, ‘to keep pace with her peers and to acquire all of the tools that she will need to succeed in second grade and beyond’.


What are your hopes and dreams for your child’s social development this year?

I hung on by a thread. Slowly, I crafted what I thought was an acceptable answer. What does anyone want for their child?

“To make friends and to be a part of a community that appreciates her for who she is.”

The answer was the tip of one hell of an iceberg. There was a hanging ‘and …’

… who see past her flat-footed attempts to engage them.

… who see the gift that this child is.

That she is HAPPY. God, please, just let her be HAPPY.

That she strikes a comfortable balance – that she somehow finds the ever elusive middle ground between amassing and using the tools that will allow her to interact successfully with the world around her and embracing and celebrating who she is at her core.

That she avoids hurt and ridicule until she’s ready to make the decision for herself that maybe it’s o.k. once in a while – until a day that she may choose not to give a damn what people think. At least sometimes.

But not yet. Please not while she can’t understand it. Not while her world consists of only three identifiable emotions – happy, sad and scared.

No, not yet.

What are some other things that you would like me to know about your child?

Ha! How much time do you have?

“She is sweet and loving and far brighter than she may first appear given her difficulty with language. She loves people and desperately, if not somewhat awkwardly seeks attention and interaction.”

That she defies categorization.

That she can’t possibly be lassoed with words on a page.

That she has exploded through any and all perceived limitations since the day that she was born.

That she will touch you.

That she will crawl inside your soul and you will never be the same.

That in her six and a half years on this planet, she has already taught me far more than I will ever teach her.

That she outshines the brightest stars in the heavens.

That her laughter heals my soul.

That I love her with every fiber of my being.

That my heart is in my mouth every time that she walks out into the world and out of my reach.

That there’s not a single damned thing on this earth that I would not do for her.

That I implore you to look out for my girl.


You’ve got my heart there, lady. Please protect her.

In the meantime, I’ll be here.

Hanging on to hope. 


18 thoughts on “hopes and dreams – from hopeful parents

  1. Hopes and dreams. So simple, yet not. As always, your craft is amazing, your thoughts spot on. I live inside that abyss currently with my son’s new program. Hopes and dreams galore but reseeded doubt at the skill set of his new team. The last paragraph says it all to me. Thanks again for reminding me that I am not alone. xoxo

  2. I am living this right now with my son in first grade, just also six and a half years old. I feel exactly as you do, hoping for the same things. I feel so inadequate very unsure, yet trying to project that I know what I’m talking about when in these IEP meetings. The one thing that I’m confident about is that whatever happens, whatever I do, I hope that my love will shine through and that my son will see that when he gets older.

  3. Never give up your hopes and dreams, Jess. They might need modifying at times but what dreams don’t need some modifications here and there. That doesn’t mean I don’t understand. I do. But don’t give them up. Brooke is an incredible little person who will continue to grow into the person she is meant to be.

    Love you,

  4. Love this, Jess. I did the same kind of questionnaire for my Ryan at the beginning of school. I wrote a book. On all the paperwork for his evaluation, I wrote all over the place. “What do you want for your child?” What does every other parent want?! I want him to reach the full potential of who God made him to be. He is amazing. Special. Loved. How can we possibly put it into words? Just this morning I was filling out a permission trip for school… they’re going to Polar Express… and there was a place below for parent’s comments… just one line. One line? If I didn’t know and trust his teacher, I’d have to attach a page. Thank God for the teachers who really do love and care for our special ones! And thank God for you and your sharing, Jess… for reminding us all that we’re not crazy (well maybe… but in a good way) and we’re not alone. Much love to you this morning, friend. 🙂

  5. Couldn’t said it better. Are you inside my head? LOL. My soul child. Yes. My girl is that and a pure magical miracle. Yes.

  6. Two years after you wrote it and it still beautiful in its truth. When my guy gets a new teacher I don’t wait for a request – I actually submit a written bio with a photo of my son that I like to call Beyond the IEP….after listing important and specific info about my son there is a 2nd page that lists my hopes and dreams for him. This post has inspired me to update it with just how lucky they are to know him because even though I think that I didn’t write it but I think that I will…..thanks for inspiring me yet again Jess!

  7. You articulate the very hopes and dreams that I have and had for you always. She will meet them and excede your wildest dreams just as you have, just in her way…..
    Love you very very much,

  8. Will be looking forward to reading all of these HP posts. Today I managed to stay dry-eyed until I got to the part where you talk about “her not giving a damn about what people think”, then I was toast. That’s one of my biggest dreams for Zach too. Beautiful post as always!

  9. We had an IEP meeting at school today for my six year old son with ASD. I too hung on by a thread, until I walked out the door and sobbed my way home. What you have written here is everything I would like them to know, more than anything that he is my heart.That he is what was missing in my life before I knew anything was missing.

  10. You’ve gone and done it again lady! Why do you insist on making me cry so often? Good tears, but still.

    “That she will crawl inside your soul and you will never be the same.”

    Strange, but I still haven’t met her and she’s had that effect on me. Or maybe it’s you? Heck I’m pretty sure it’s just your whole famdamily! You’re all pretty amazing.

  11. How wonderful that you were asked this question. Not “what are your goals?” but your “hopes and dreams.” This one truly brought me to tears.

    “I implore you to look out for my girl.” My heart goes with my boy when he leaves me each morning.

  12. Wow…I do not know you or your child but you just explained my feelings and my little girl at this very moment as I try to write responses to the exact questions on a sheet in front of me.

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