Wait 'til she asks "Do you wish I was never born?", or "Why do you love me when I hurt you?", or, "Are you sorry you had me?" and "Why do you love me?" - as he sees that he is so very different, and often, difficult when compared to the other kids.
I redefined the word "normal" in my house. Normal is that you are the best person you can be. My boys are normal, I'm normal, my cat throwing up on my slippers is normal. Just because it's not my neighbour's normal does not mean it's not ours. I wrote a post about this:http://angelgosselin.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-your-normal.htmlAs a side note: my eldest asked me if I wished he was never born. I answered "my life would be empty without you. Thank you for being my son"
The Patch is lucky to have you share your genuine thoughts, feelings, and experiences with the ever-lovable Audrey. : )
I loved it!! Audrey's such a sweetheart! **hugs**
PS. (and sorry for the double comment) LMAO @ Angel & "my cat throwing up on my slippers is normal". I like your definition, we may just use it here, too.
loved it. and you better love you. cause you're awesome.
Audrey's asking questions? Uh-oh! Be careful what you hope for. Once Cody started asking questions, he didn't stop. Sometimes he makes my poor tired brain hurt.
Lynn, I loved this (as always.) Beautifully worded. HOWEVER, here's what really grabbed me-the part about teaching your children the proper names for their anatomy. The older two are 6 and 4 and wouldn't know the correct terminology to save their lives. I just never taught them...mainly because I don't want to hear the words coming out of their mouths. I know it's wrong (so don't hate on me!) Also wrong; the fact that I quietly laugh when they refer to breasts as "lums." I really need to get on the ball with this discussion, I guess. Lynn, you are a gifted writer.
My favorite patch article ever!
I'd give my left breast to hear my boy talk. Don't forget how hard it was when she couldn't talk at all.