Ducky Diaries: October 2014

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

What you think you saw isn't really what you saw....

You saw a scene in the grocery store the other day. I saw you as well.  Standing with your mouth open, shocked.  Appalled even.  You looked at me like I was the devil.

But did you see what you think you saw? Did you really see.

Let's recap, shall we? 

You saw my poor, pitiful, small, helpless handicap child sitting in his wheelchair in the aisle as I walked 10 feet ahead with his little sister in a cart. 

You heard me say " Momma's not going to push you, you can do it. Use your wheels."

And of course you saw my poor, pitiful, small, helpless, handicap child pitch a fit. 

I'm not going to try pull up the imagery of your thoughts. I don't need to. Your face said it all.

However, your actions derailed my teaching. 

You see, had you continued to follow us after I turned around and wheeled my son away from you, your baby talk, and your accusing eyes, you would have seen it. 

Not even 15 minutes later while checking out my poor, pitiful, helpless, small, handicap child wheeled himself approximately 25 feet away from me and the checkout counter. He wheeled his self, over to a table full of baked goodies and plucked a package of cookies off that table and turned around to show me, his way of asking for them. I laughed and he smiled big.

Moments like that are awesome and celebrated, so of course I bought the damn cookies.

I wish you would've been watching. I wish you would've seen him.  Wheel all by himself. 

He can, you know? Wheel by his self.  Sometimes he doesn't like to, because he does physically tire out quicker than you and I, and sometimes because he doesn't want to. I can tell the difference. I know you may not think so, but he's been my son for quite some time and I do in fact know his limits.

So next time, maybe think twice about interfering, because, I could be teaching.

My son is a three year old with Cerebral Palsy. He is a whole three years old in his brain.  He gets redirected, disciplined, taught life lessons that a three year old can understand. And while  he is limited physically,  I'm teaching him ways around those limitations.  I'm teaching him every day.

You see, it's because one day he is going to grow up. And maybe I won't be here, maybe I will but I'll be older and unable to do what I can now. He'll be an adult in a big world. Maybe he'll have aides to help, maybe he will be able to do everything on his own with minimal assistance.

But the thing that won't change is his disability. He will always be disabled. He needs to be ready for this world.

That's why I left my small child in his wheel chair in the grocery aisle, because I don't see him the way you do.  That's why I'm his mother. I expect more from him than you do. I know what he is capable of, I've seen it.

Keep that in mind the next time you see a similar situation unfold and stay out of the way.

A child is being taught.

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Thursday, October 2, 2014

Beautiful Preciousness

So the last time I left you guys I was really having a rough time after finding out Bear's M.R.I. results.  And then I got to do a really awesome give away on this here blog. Which I was thankful for because it allotted me a little more time to deal with my feelings and not have to talk about "it" for a little awhile. 

But I'm still here, still grieving, feeling angry, and just really taking things one day at a time.  Which is why today I want to write about something that makes me incredibly happy. Silly happy. Because truthfully, I need it.


There is only a handful of things on this earth that can make me squeal with pure delight...

: Baby bunnies, kittens, fat bellied toothless puppies, sneezing baby pandas, and fat babies, all fat babies. :

 I love fat babies in the same way that I love chocolate ice cream or  deliciously seasoned oven roasted chicken, or pink moscato , meaning I want nothing more than to ingest them.  So yes, hide your fat child from me.....  Because try as I might, I cannot resist putting a fat roll between my teeth and pretending to chew on said fat roll while making weird growling and 'num, num, num' noises.  And since it would obviously not be okay to actually chew on a child you should probably keep yours away from me.

However, more than I love all that, I LOVE fat baby artwork.  I cannot help it.  I could cry just looking at it's preciousness. I have to save it all.  Literally.  I've gone into the trash to save my precious after D.I.C. has thrown it away.  It's bad.  My addiction needs an intervention.

I've got fat baby artwork hanging all over our home.  It looks so tacky, but it is beautiful to me.  Similarly in the way that R-Pat glimmered in the sunlight as a vampire.

 Fat baby artwork is diamond level preciousness. 

I  am always apologizing to D.I.C. for my insane need to hoard child doodles.  One day I'm convinced we'll die in our cat hair covered recliners while suffocating in 40 year old children scribbles.

So to finalize my rant and stop drooling on my keyboard I'd like to apologize to the hubs.

Dear D.I.C.,  I'm sorry that my love for every scrap of colored cardboard has made our house look like an eclectic crazy flea market.  I know you still love me though.  It's probably mostly because I am an excellent cook, but still, you love me.  And for what it's worth, you need to cut off an addicts source.  You should call the preschool, really, none of this is my fault.

And also when you ask me this question, " What is it?". 

The only answer is, "Beautiful preciousness". 

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