Trusting The Process

“What do you want to be when you grow up?“

The interview question came quick and benign, probably one of the most common questions to ask a child, and yet Chase, propped on a stool in front of cameras and lights, stared at Robbie with a blank look on his face.

The principal stood in his blue suit in the center of the gym with all its sounds and smells, welcoming the room and I watched him over the top of the fuzzy head sitting next to me. High school.

There was a table set up and stocked high in merchandise branded with the school logo and colors and Chase reached for a shirt that said “Class of 2028” – “Can I get this one, mom? I’ll be alive in 2028.”

In the last several days, there have been an unusual number of moments to look forward. This facing high school and growing up… it is such a gift. Too many of Chase’s friends did not have this privilege. But it is a strange thing to walk hand-in-hand with the kind of diagnoses Chase has and to think forward – beyond simply the next moment.

There is a strange (though by no means bad) tension in this space. All we have is today, and yet we walk about with plans for the next year, the next decade… and further still. It’s a blessing and burden in equal measure because time is a gift, but we are not promised more of it.

I walked through the halls of the high school last night, seeing decades of trophies and black and white pictures, all standing witness to a length of time. And I heard Robbie’s question again:

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

And then I heard the oncologist’s voice in my head… that first meeting on a hot, August day:

“Let’s just see if we can get him to age three.”

What a place to be…

Trusting the process…. Moment by moment.

[picture: Chase is pictured here with a beloved music teacher who – though he does not want to sing in school – he is trying to convince to teach other subjects so that he can be in her class. One of her most used phrases is to “trust the process” and I’m co-opting it here as we look forward with fear and wonder in equal measure]

Note: Dear ones, I needed to write through the strange tension of this place we find ourselves, but in all seriousness, I’d greatly appreciate prayers for Chase. This is a big step. These are the years when children truly lean into impending adulthood and we, none of us, know exactly how much of that adulthood Chase is capable of. I suppose what I’m trying to gently say is that the physical and neurological differences between him and his peers will most likely go from noticeable to insurmountable in many ways. I know it will be good. But it will also be hard. MbM.]