Rewards of Being a ‘Funcle’ With SMA
Christmas Eve marks four years since I became an uncle, or as I like to call myself, a “funcle.” I let my sister and brother-in-law attend to all of the important parental responsibilities, while I do things like watch Disney movies and play hide-and-seek with my niece and nephew. And because I own more toys and action figures than most children, my home office serves as a second playroom in our house.
Becoming an uncle changed my life. My niece, Lily, was born a week after I graduated from college, and I’ll always remember the first time I met her in the hospital. I wasn’t sure if I’d be physically capable of holding her, but with my grandmother’s assistance, we made it happen. Lily was light enough at the time for me to prop her on my lap, and it remains one of my most treasured memories.
Sappy alert! Might as well listen to Wham! and Taylor Swift while reading this column. Eh, it’s the holidays. I’m obligated to pen at least a few paragraphs of sentimentality.
Meeting Lily. (Courtesy of Kevin Schaefer)
That day in the hospital remains one of the only times I’ve ever held Lily. I knew that my physical limitations would extend to being an uncle and that I wouldn’t be able to lift her in the air or pick her up when she falls.
And with my nephew, Lucas, I have yet to hold him once. He was born early on in the pandemic, and my parents and I had to wait about a month to see him in person. By then he was already growing, and now the kid eats like my older brother, making him a little too big for my flimsy arms to carry.
Like every other aspect of my life, SMA makes my role as an uncle a little different. While it’s true that I can’t run around with these kiddos or get down on their level to play with them, my relationship with them is no less unique. They don’t see my limitations as a hindrance. Lily loves to play with me and include me in all her activities, and I’m pretty sure I’m her favorite uncle by a landslide.
When Lily was a toddler, I did wonder if she’d eventually ask me about my chair or why I couldn’t do things that others could. Yet, that conversation has never happened. To her, the chair is as normal and commonplace as Olaf’s carrot of a nose.
In Lily’s mind, ableism remains a foreign concept, which I’m sure will baffle her one day. She doesn’t pity me or see my disability as some sort of aberration that needs to be fixed. From her perspective, I’m just Uncle Kev, and the wheels are as glued to my identity as Woody’s hat in “Toy Story.” I’ll stop, but it’s impossible for me to write this column without multiple Disney references.
Recently, my sister has been showing Lily old home videos of our family. She’s laughed upon seeing younger versions of all of us, but she did express some perplexity when she watched clips of me as a toddler. Without my chair, she had trouble recognizing me. Granted, she did instantly identify me when my mom showed her an old Halloween picture of me in a Batman costume, but caped crusaders are another thing she associates me with. I have no problem with this, either.
Lily has seen me at home and in public, seen me go out with friends, and before this year, she regularly accompanied my mom and me to my aquatic therapy appointments. Needless to say, she’s a celebrity at the clinic I go to.
Tinker Bell, Peter Pan, and Frodo on Halloween. (Courtesy of Kevin Schaefer)
For her and Lucas, the world of SMA and disability is wonderfully normal. They don’t have any harmful stereotypes ingrained into their minds, and one day, they’ll be able to educate their peers about people like me. For Lily, my routine, my needs, and my reliance on my parents and my caregiver Randy for my physical needs are all things she’s been accustomed to from birth. At one point, she even thought that Randy lived with us.
Countless people in the SMA community are uncles, aunts, parents, and grandparents, and we’re all better off for it. Not only are we capable of fulfilling these roles, but also we have an opportunity to help our kids become more empathetic, more educated, and more engaged with the world around them. That is a true gift.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to tell my Alexa device to play “Let It Go” for Lily for the millionth time. Merry Christmas.
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