Heard

Sometimes I wish I didn't have supersoncic hearing. I can't even blame it on being a Mom. I've always had an annoyingly sharp ability to hear conversations. Today on our way home from a fabulous day at the movies we were rockin' out to Pit Bull (did I mention I'm a stellar Mom) when I overheard the following..."Nick, what does it mean to grab somebody sexy, what's sexy?" Reply, "you know when we watch Scooby-doo, Daphne is sexy. Velma is not. And I think it means you wear that stuff we saw at Target." Nothing like a big brother to explain life.

Two things about that conversation

1. more often than not my children say I'm a Velma

2. I've always been able to sleep guilt free telling myself kids don't really hear the words to songs...I am not, will not, and can not listen to Kidz Bop.

Silver lining?

You know that saying about every dark cloud has a silver lining? I hate that saying. I hate it like I hate when people say God doesn't give more than we can handle.

Am I supposed to think that even though my son repeatedly banged his head against a car window, screamed and cried saying he wished he was dead I'm somehow lucky that it's not worse?

What am I supposed to say when he asks why him?

I realize I am inordinately blessed to have him. He can walk and talk and say I love you. He is physically healthy.

But my heart breaks for him. I am incredibly angry that he does not get to be "normal". He can't eat all the things you want as a nine year old. He can't control when his body is going to move. He can't handle crowds or commotion without anxiety. He can't be happy go lucky and that is what more than anything pisses me off. Every child deserves to be happy go lucky.

Morning air

In 2001 my father-in-law had a quadruple by-pass and has been walking everyday since. When we are in Pittsburgh I always enjoy joining him. Today I encouraged my husband to come as he always passes planning to run later in the day. It's nice to have the time with Pappy. He chats about the area and stories of days gone by. Today was a 5 mile walk up some rather cruel Pittsburgh hills...I think my hubs is glad I talked him into spending time walking in the morning air with his Daddy-O.


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