the boys' depression has me terrified sometimes as it is something I suffer with as well so I know the depths to which it can go...
but last school year I was listening to the new english teacher complain (she was pregnant with her 1st baby) about how she didn't know how she was going to buy a gate that could ever encompass the whole stretch of space from her formal living room to the space where she would allow the baby to be
and
all I thought of was...
formal living room?
holy 1st world problems
I am grateful I have a living room
and the telltale sign that I have a kiddo with special needs (you know aside from the van and the gear and ...) is the fact that when I see knew babies I am always complimenting weird stuff...look at that head control, look at that eye contact, wow what a strong little nugget.
usually I try to let things go but a friend of ours was looking at our pictures of our make a wish trip to Fort Myers Beach. Their comment was...must be rough. I wish WE could have someone pay for a trip like that!
I just looked at them and replied that I would gladly give up the right to have a vacation for the rest of my life it it would mean that she didn't qualify for this one.
