How Do you Solve a Problem Like Maria?

Anyone who has seen the Sound of Music film from the 1960-1970's will be able to sing the first line of this song in which the sisters of the order sing about a woman who doesn't seem to fit quite right into the vision of their convent. The life long question that they sing about, is asking how they can solve a problem that is a person. Maria. (aka, Julie Andrews).

What Mother Superior eventually learns, through a series of events, conversations, and failed missions, is that most simply put: you can't.

You cannot "solve" a problem that is someone else. Sometimes, this is the most difficult lesson in life to learn.

The young man I support on a daily basis, will always suffer from the effects of his mother drinking while pregnant. He will never be able to see consequences before he is right in the midst of them. Regardless of how one attempts to reward this young man throughout his life, some would say that he is never, really able to appreciate them. He will do things because someone else, removed from his life, tells him that it's a good idea to do them instead of understanding why, how, or who.

I understand now (and only now) why parents of disabled children get so incredibly frustrated with the system. The system tries to put their child in a box, label them, and send them off into the world of man-eating fish.

Along with a few other mountains in life right now, I am attempting to climb this one. I truly believe, somewhere deep down inside, that this young man is no different than Maria. He is trapped in the walls of a convent, unable to express who he is as a person. A human being. A child of a loving God.

I have three hours before I will show up at work with him today. The topic of discussion that is waiting for me when I get there has to do with whether or not this young man is capable of raising and training a 9 week old puppy. While the majority of people seem to be singing about wanting to "solve the problem", I am internally torn. The problem that requires solving is not this young man, but the conditions in which he lives.

If you'll excuse me, time is running out. I need to try and find my voice - buried somewhere in this pile of blankets. Enough is enough. Someone needs to stand up for him, the puppy, and a future of hope and love. If no one else is going to, then look out because I will.