In the run-up to MPS Awareness Day on May 15th, the MPS Society is asking us all ‘What does MPS mean?’
Last year I already wrote a long (and emotional) post about what it means to me as a parent. Of course, most of this blog is from my perspective. I share what I’m going through, what I think. It’s my personal journey through the minefields of MPS.
But what about my Pudding? What does he think of MPS? Well, there’s the great unknown. When your child has only limited words, even a simple conversation is impossible let alone an in-depth one. He has certainly heard those dreaded initials often enough in our house, but have they made any impact on him? I doubt it.
He doesn’t know why he has to put up with treatments and needles. He doesn’t know why he can’t talk. He doesn’t know why he is different to the other children in his class. I’m not even sure he realises he is different.
MPS has sculpted every bit of him. From his big belly, and the fingers that don’t straighten to his broad nose and big forehead. But when he looks in a mirror he doesn’t see that – he just smiles at his reflection in the same open way that he does with anyone else he comes across.
That simple mistake in his DNA that has turned our life upside down for the last two years means nothing to him. And in a way I’m glad. For if he ever gains enough ability to question it, how could I possibly explain?
(If you’d like to let the world know what MPS means to you, you can download the poster from the MPS Society website. Share it on social media with the hashtag #WhatMPSmeans)