I am waiting for
the day that I am not irritated by other peoples children. Not the loud ones….good God, they
irritate everyone, but the good ones…the cute ones…the kids of my friends,
neighbors, and other baseball wives.
But I am not getting there.
I try to chant in my head my own personal mantra…it’s not their fault…it’s
not their fault…it’s not their fault….sooooo QUESTION OF THE DAY….whose fault
is it? Is it mine (probably yes,
most things that are in this blog are 100 % my fault), is it theirs…no…not
really but if they hadn’t been so damn normal I might feel a little better. Yes, I said it….I do not like the
normal, age appropriate, milestone reaching children of this world. I am happy for you that your child is
the same age as Alex and can run, jump, eat, talk, loves Toy Story…hell, can
even say cute pick up lines. What
I am not happy about is that in your desire to show me your kids new trick
(which you have every right to be excited over…but hey, this is about me) you
seem to forget that MINE doesn’t do any of that. I KNOW that every child is different…..I KNOW that Alex had
the pleasure of having a tube jammed down his throat for the 1st 6
months and the awesomeness of having his ribs cracked open not once, not twice
but…wait for it THREE times….oh the JOY!!!! I KNOW that every thing he does is a flippin miracle…but I
don’t want a miracle…I want normal.
I sat in Durham at a wives lunch where we all just hung out and chatted
and Alex ate pizza…it was awesome, amazing, super duper cool AND it was great
that the wives that were there with me knew that this was a HUGE milestone for
him, and they were excited for him….BUT why do I have to be? He should have been smooshing carrotts
and peas on his face at 6 months not only getting brave enough now. Look, I know that my kid is messed up…he
deserves to be. You have all
that crap taped to your face for all that time and tell me how comfy you are
with a fork coming at your lips, but still. There are kiddos who are starting to walk…Alex doesn’t. Tyson wrote a damn story about it…..it
was his 1st grade “feelings” report. “My little brother, Alex is special. He is 2 ½ years old. He will be 3 in October. He still can’t walk
or talk. It makes me sad
that he can’t play with me. It
makes me sad when people ask what’s wrong with him. It makes me mad when they ask if he is dumb.” REALLY??????? Is he dumb?
Nope. Is he lazy? I’m voting yes, but I’m lazy too and if
someone would carry me around all day I’d totally let them. We are making strides every day here in
Casa Alex but don’t be mad if I don’t applaud when your kid starts to walk, or
waves “bye bye” at me. Don’t be
mad if I don’t comment about it on FB…which I’m going to take a break from
soon. So to all you proud mommys
and daddys out there…good for you…go talk about it to your other friends. Do I care about you and your kid…yes. BUT…..I am a big bitter mess who has to
fight with the insurance co., the therapists (yup I got a few), the doctors,
the health care supply people…crap, even the airlines cuz they don’t make it
easy. I have to feed my kid thru a
tube in his tummy because 1. He is
scared to death of anything coming near his mouth (getting braver) and 2. His vocal chord is paralyzed so it
doesn’t close to protect his airway and sometimes (lots of the time) the stuff
ends up in his lungs. So when your
kid starts chewing gum at the miraculous age of 10 months I don’t want to know
about it. I’ll find out that he’ a gum chewer when he gets it in your hair.
