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TRISTAN'S QUEST, INC. |
Who Was Tristan? |
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![]() Happy first birthday, Tristan! |
![]() Tristan enjoys a surprise limo ride on his sixteenth birthday! |
| Tristan Michael joined our family in April of 1982. He came as a foster baby and was supposed to stay with us only until a long-term insititutional placement could be arranged. At ten months of age, Tristan was only functioning at about a 3 month-old developmental level. His large head with prominent forehead teetered on a small, flaccid body, and he appeared to a casual observer as an "out-of-proportion" little human being. |
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The moment the social worker handed him over to me, I bonded with this baby. He had dancing grey eyes and a crooked smile that melted my heart right away. His diagnosis was pervasive developmental delay and the prognosis given the me was that this baby was probably extremely retarded and that he might not ever walk or talk, but I saw "more" behind those intensely grey eyes. I immediately began to try to convince the social workers not to pursue institutionalization, but to let him stay iwth us for awhile to give his development a chance. It was a family effort, and we spent many hours each day exercising his arms and legs, providing visual and auditory stimulation, and giving him all the love and affection that we could. |
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Tristan, the child who "might never walk or talk" took his first step at 15 months. It was a long uphill climb to achieve true mobilization, because he stumbled and fell with almost every step. A year or more of physical and occupational therapy helped his coordination and "the little guy with those grey eyes and crooked smile" learned to walk, run, ride a trike, climb a tree, play soccer—and he was always everywhere at once—eyes dancing and the crooked smile ever-present. |
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![]() Tristan playing soccer at ten! |
| Tristan did not make typical baby noises. I knew he wasn't deaf because he would look up as jets flew overhead or as pots and pans crashed and banged as children helped to do the dishes. After testing from many specialists, we learned that Tristan had a 40% hearing loss in both ears and the "speech-range of sounds" was not being processed. Tristan had surgery and miraculously began to make sounds within a few days. His speech initially had the monotone of a hard-of-hearing or deaf child and as we read and talked to him everyone exaggerated sounds and talked with hyper-inflections. Tristan showed an early affinity to letters. As I introduced the alphabet to him and his brothers and sisters, he was fascinated by their shapes, their names, and their sounds. He began to see letter shapes in the clouds, to use sticks and rocks outside to form the letter shapes, and to play in his cereal each morning and line up his Cheerios to form his ABCs. Once he learned the concept that letters formed words, words made sentences, and sentences made books, he was hooked. He read early and maintained an affinity for books until his death. Tristan was extremely hyperactive as a toddler and young child and although he was "one of many" among our adopted and foster children I always felt like I knew how mothers of quadruplets or quintuplets feel! He was a handful! Schooling would become another real challenge Tristan. His hyperactivity and poor social skills with his peers was a continual concern. But Tristan was lucky enough along the way to have some "true educators" who could see beyond the surface to the potential locked inside this "boy with the crooked smile." Tristan did learn. His affinity to letters and words led him to be first runner up in the school spelling bee in the fourth grade. School presented Tristan and us as a family with some of our darkest moments as well as a few times at the "top of the mountain." |
Children were cruel at times and Tristan's physical features provided fertile soil for the cultivation of rude comments and cruel pranks. However, I choose to remember the triumph—in the Spring of 1993 when Tristan delivered his "self-composed" address at the promotion ceremony for the fifth graders at Alamance Elementary School. He cited each teacher he had had since Kindergarten and thanked each one personally for some special thing that she had taught him. There was hardly a dry eye in the place. Those moments can never be forgotten! |
![]() On the battery at Charleston, South Carolina! July, 1987 (Tristan, Zachary, Nathan, Cassandra, Wendy) |
![]() At the North Carolina State Zoo in Asheboro, NC November, 1986 |
![]() Seems like it was always somebody's birthday! September, 1987 |
![]() Tristan gives sledding tips to Caitlin and Andrew January, 1993 |
![]() Tristan swings Andrew and Caitlin April, 1993 |
![]() Tristan takes his job as big brother seriously! December, 1988 |
| Adolescence, however, sent Tristan and our family reeling. We managed Tristan at home until his behavior warranted constant supervision to ensure that he did not hurt himself or our other children. We placed Tristan in an excellent residential facility, but the down side was that it was on the other side of the state from where we lived. There are very few facilities, especially very few good facilities, that are set up to handle children with severe emotional and behavioral disorders. There was no support group in our community and my husband and I felt we were sailing "uncharted seas with no compass" as we tried to find a good placement for our son. Tristan did well at the residential placement and the caring, compassionate, and well-trained staff helped him with his behavior, as well as with academic and self-esteem issues. We traveled once or twice a month to the other side of the state for one-day visits. With all our other family obligations and commitments, it was an exhausting ordeal, but Tristan was very firmly planted in our family and we were there for him. |
Tristan was moved back to our home county in June of 1997. His transition to the new group home took some time, but it was great chatting with him on the phone almost every day and taking him on family outings more regularly. During this time, Tristan had the opportunity to challenge himself on a variety of field trips and excursions. He hiked a portion of the Appalachian Trail, he studied the salt marshes on a camping expedition at the beach, and he faced and conquered his fears when he successfully completed a white-water rafting trip! The young boy was becoming a man. His most important goal during this time was to complete high school and graduate as a part of the class of 2000. He wanted to get a job! |
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Tristan's passion for automobiles, which began as a toddler, remained strong. He could identify all makes and models of cars we passed on our family outings. He memorized the "stats" on the latest high-ticket luxury cars and delighted in sharing this knowledge with anyone who cared to listen. He loved to tell jokes and riddles and genuinely loved life. But Tristan had darker moments, too. Events of his life and of the world caused him great anxiety and distress.
"Tristan, may the foundation always work to make the lives better of 'all the other children' who face similar challenges that you did. May we always strive to help those children and their families reach out of the darkness and into the light of triumph at the top of their mountains." —Jean Allen |