Yesterday, I took the two little ones to a festival – Daytripper – on my own. It’s not the sort of thing I would normally do. I’m not great at mixing with people I don’t know, or don’t know well. It’s in a crowd that I feel loneliest and most conspicuous. And with an energetic toddler and Benjamin, with his tube and his bile-bag and his suction pump I was sure going to be conspicuous. And without my chatty biggest girl and my husband I was sure going to be lonely.
Ric and Jackie were away camping (with his best mate and her best mate and our car and a bottle of whisky), and this festival only comes around once a year, and it is only two minutes from our house. So my options were to sit around the house listening to it from outside, or go and join in the fun: try not to worry about the routine of medications and feeds and physio and do something ‘normal’ families do.
Maybe I’m over-egging it a bit: it wasn’t exactly Glastonbury – it wasn’t even an overnight thing. It was a few bands I have to admit I hadn’t heard of, in a small park with only one entrance for Caitlin to escape out of. The sun was even shining and the loos were cleanish (even if I couldn’t get the buggy through the door). And, as I said, it was literally two minutes’ walk from our house.
I did find it a bit difficult to mix at first – but mostly because I had to keep breaking off from conversations to chase Caitlin, or to move Benjamin into or out of the sun as I fretted whether he was getting too hot or too cold. But Caitlin made friends with a little boy through the medium of bubbles, so I braved the bar for another sort of bubbles…
…and as the sun went down and the pyrotechnics (really!) came on, we all drew closer to the stage and I found myself drawn into a friendly crowd of local mums, dads and neighbours. The music was great, the pizza was yummy (if a little grass-covered after Caitlin had finished with it), Benjamin enjoyed the lights and the music, and Caitlin stayed within sight most of the time, primarily because she didn’t want to move too far from the donut stall. We stayed out almost to the end – well past the children’s bedtime if not mine – and listened to the last couple of songs on the way home. I even managed to get both children to sleep after all that excitement – in time to reward myself with a shower and another (small) glass of wine.
So were we conspicuous? Well, maybe – but certainly no more so than the 87-year-old who was dancing with anyone and everyone and enjoying every minute of it. Yes, it was tricky managing tube-feeds and nappies without getting everything contaminated with crazy-string, but no-one else seemed to bat an eyelid. Yes, a little girl came up and asked questions about Benjy (much to her mum’s consternation) but not in a fearful or critical kind of a way, just out of innocent interest. Yes, Caitlin did repeatedly make off someone else’s football but, well, I just pretended she wasn’t anything to do with me!
And was I lonely? Well, of course it felt strange being there without my husband to hold, and without my biggest girl to indulge (we brought an Elsa balloon home for her) but really I was reminded how warm and welcoming this small town can be, if I only stop looking for problems and let it.
At the same time as I was dancing the afternoon away with my children, another SWAN family elsewhere in the country were visiting their music-loving little boy’s grave, leaving sunflowers in memory of his bright spirit, which passed just over a year ago. I honestly cannot imagine what that must feel like. To visit your own child’s grave. However hard it is – however hard – to care for Benjamin, to get out and about with Benjamin, to fight for what he needs and to do things that ‘normal’ families take for granted; it cannot ever be as hard as that.
So however conspicuous, lonely, difficult and downright different our life is, we need to make sure we keep on living every minute of it to the full. I will dance until I’m 87 if I can keep my loved ones dancing with me. I certainly intend to be dancing at Daytripper 2018.