Just after my son was diagnosed at 14 months, I was at a La Leche League play date. Most of us were entering our second year of motherhood and the dark circles and droopy energy showed. We all began talking about the family bed and how, though we all felt it was the right thing to do, we were plum tuckered and, quite frankly, tired of getting kicked by our rapidly-growing spawn. When I, too, made the comment about how tired I was of getting kicked, one of the women turned to me and said: “At least your kid has CP. At least you ‘re not getting kicked.” Yes, she did. I responded: “Wow. You ‘ve never been kicked by a spastic child before. Good for you.”
In a way, I thank her. To this day. I really do. Because it was a head-long swan dive into what was to come and I was glad that it happened in what was a generally warm group of women and at a time when my son was too young to understand what was being said. It woke me up to the fact that I was going to have to toughen my skin up quick, be en garde with politely stern answers and prepare my son for what was to inevitably come. But that doesn’t mean we can ‘t complain a little, yes?
So, this is the place to let your hair down and have a good squawk. Share your crazy special needs mom story so we can all shake our heads in disbelief and chuckle. Do it here among friends who get it. All comments will be moderated and naughty, mean-spirited posts and comments will be terminated with extreme prejudice (oh, and love, of course…) And lastly: laugh really, really hard.