breaking news

Prosecutors argue Parlin did not kill Blair, Sheltons, but is guilty

Creating guardianship when childhood protections end for daughter

It was about as subtle as the first clap of thunder in a Texas storm.

I had taken Meredith to get some routine ultrasounds, and I had explained that it would not hurt and that she might see some funny pictures on a monitor. She understood, though — she was still asking questions in the waiting room.

Once we were called back, I picked up Meredith’s backpack and put my arm around her and we followed the assistant, who turned around when we got to the door and delivered this jolt.

“You can’t go in with her,” the technician told me.

“What? Why on earth not?”

“She’s over 18. She’s an adult.”

“But she won’t go in there without me,” I pleaded. Meredith has intellectual disabilities because of a rare congenital brain difference called partial agenesis of the corpus callosum. This means the bridge between the two hemispheres did not fully form and, as a result, Meredith has no way to get information from one hemisphere to the other, which is crucial for social, behavioral and cognitive processing.

“If she says it is OK, you can go with her.”

“Meredith,” I said in a voice filled with unhelpful desperation. “Can Mom go in with you?”

I waited for an answer. Everyone waited. After a full minute and some more mother explanation, she said yes in her tiny, worried voice.

It was not a great start to this appointment. Then, a few weeks later, Meredith needed to get a shot. She refused, naturally, and I was not qualified to challenge her decision. She finally relented when I told her she might get sick without it.

I knew Meredith was an adult, but I came away from the two experiences quite bruised. How was it possible I had been to hundreds of doctors appointments and therapy appointments with Meredith, and now, after a lousy piece of birthday cake, I was told to stand on the sidelines? I can tell a doctor the quirks of my daughter’s every muscle, whether an experience is likely to be remembered or forgotten in 10 minutes by Meredith and how many years it took to learn to buckle her seat belt. But I cannot hold her hand during an ultrasound unless she says it is OK.

Meredith is moving into her own, as we like to say. She can order at restaurants sometimes and decide on outfits to wear — an unapologetic nod to her free expression. She really doesn’t understand money, but a job sounds interesting to her. Medical decisions, obviously, hold more gravitas, and her inability to make decisions could get all of us in a lot of trouble.

All this made it clear that my husband, Jim, and I would need to consider guardianship.

Guardianship. It brought up images of a courtroom and an unwilling “ward” and all those things you hear about but really don’t know about. There were many different ways to help Meredith, including giving Jim and me “power of attorney” and other less restrictive legal control. But none of those options really gave us full authority in a variety of situations where Meredith would show poor or no judgment on how to proceed.

We decided after talking about it with family and our attorney Pamela Parker that we would file for full guardianship. Meredith would lose many rights, including the right to vote, manage her money, drive a car and take marital vows. It doesn’t say she can’t fall in love or learn how much money is adequate for lunch. It doesn’t say she can’t have a job or can never leave our side. She doesn’t have to live with us. And frankly, my little Cleopatra has never seen the need for driving.

The first step was to file, and then the court assigned us an ad litem, a legal name for an attorney who represents Meredith’s best interest. Part of his duty in representing Meredith was to visit our home. As he sat on our couch facing us, he asked Meredith who she wanted to take care of her, and she pointed to me.

The meeting was mercifully short and did not include a tour of our home or the need to check and see if we had proper fire extinguishers on both floors. Huh? No, seriously, a friend told us we might be asked about the extinguishers. I vacuumed, too. There is nothing more bizarre than to be put in the position of proving you — the parents — are the most qualified for the job.

Apparently we passed muster, because a hearing date was scheduled.

The court date came, and Jim and I both dressed up to show proper respect for Judge Guy Herman’s courtroom. We stood nervously outside his courtroom with Meredith, and we were both grateful when the judge stopped by to meet Meredith and explain that Associate Judge Dan Prashner would be handling that day’s proceedings.

Once we were called into the courtroom, Meredith was openly referred to as a “ward.” She and her attorney were separated from us by a tiny gap between two desks, one where she sat with her ad litem and the other where Jim and I sat with our attorney.

The room felt very official, and the voices seemed to reverberate as each attorney made a case for guardianship or whether guardianship was in the best interest of Meredith. The word “incapacitated” was used to describe my daughter more than twice, but I knew it was just a legal term. I was surprised at how much it bothered me, though.

Early in the proceedings, which took less than 10 minutes, Jim and I were individually asked the same three questions.

“Do you owe Meredith any money?”

“Are you involved in any litigation with Meredith?”

“Are you qualified and not disqualified from being appointed guardian?”

The answers — if you want to turn to the back of the book — are no, no and yes.

I was really hoping Meredith would not interrupt and insist we did owe her money because sometimes in a moment of memory shuffling, Meredith’s finds the need to ask right now. She remained quiet.

After we were all done, we thanked the judge, and I gave Meredith a hug and said, “Good job.”

The judge stood up and, as if on cue, Meredith said loudly while looking at her dad, “CAN I ASK SOME QUESTIONS, JIM?” Everyone laughed.

And so the first big legal decision was not a battle at all, but rather a testament to two parents who will have a little girl forever. All we can do is love Meredith as we always have, knowing we have a little more authority on paper if she needs it. Meredith gains more independence every day, and it will be our privilege to watch her share it with us.

Reader Comments ...

Next Up in Lifestyle

Orajel for teething? No, says new FDA statement, which links drug to breathing problems
Orajel for teething? No, says new FDA statement, which links drug to breathing problems

Wednesday, the Food and Drug Administration told manufacturers to stop marketing over-the-counter teething products with the drug benzocaine. You know these products as  Anbesol, Baby Orajel, Cepacol, Chloraseptic, Hurricaine, Orabase, Orajel and Topex as well as the store-brand versions. In its press release...
Former landfill – now a small Montopolis park – gets grant for improvements

Ecology Action of Texas has landed a $29,200 grant to renovate a 9.7-acre park on the site of a former landfill in the Montopolis neighborhood in southeast Austin. The grant, part of $3.38 million in grants to fund 19 recreational trail projects around the state, will be used to renovate the half-mile trail network, establish...
Parents, put off tackle football as long as possible, study suggests
Parents, put off tackle football as long as possible, study suggests

Parents of kids who play football or who are thinking about playing football this fall, you might want to pay attention to a new study published in the Annals of Neurology. The study from researchers at Boston University looked at the brains of 246 football players. Of those, 211 had signs of CTE — chronic traumatic encephalopathy — a degenerative...
Having the freedom to choose a religious home
Having the freedom to choose a religious home

My Hebrew name is Sarah Ruth, the daughter of Father Abraham and Mother Sarah. I am also Susan, the daughter of Phyllis and Dale, the granddaughter of Laura and James, Nettie and George. The names are all there in my mother’s script, in a family tree that stretches back for generations. Years later, I expanded my genealogy considerably. I became...
What are you doing this summer in Austin, kids? Check our calendar
What are you doing this summer in Austin, kids? Check our calendar

School is finally almost over, the temperature is on the rise, and soon a chorus of “I’m bored” might be heard in your house. It’s summer. Luckily, it is summer in Austin, which means you can find something to do with the kids every day. Check out our list and find more at Only in Austin Bricks and...
More Stories