Weather that encourages sloth-iness. Down pouring, car wash like rain that makes you wonder when nap time is coming up. A good day to get the weekly grocery store run out of the way, get chili brewing on the stove for a comfort dinner tonight. Hubs is traveling again this week, so I ran to the store so he could enjoy more time with LB. My trip to the store was uneventful, others in rain coats, scouring the aisles with crinkly paper lists in hand...looking perplexed..finding themselves in the wrong aisles, again. I was glad to get this errand out of the way, so I could return home and continue to participate in the family sloth (except LB who is Ms. BusyBody, playing and trying to crawl). I was in the kitchen unpacking groceries when I hit "the wall." Hubs caught the glitch in my voice as I was rambling about something else when the words escaped me:
"I don't want people to stare at her."
I don't. I want people to mind their own business and only be able to see the beauty that we see. I know I'm not alone in this. It's part of the adjustment you go through raising a special needs child. It's the protective-bear-mama that rages against the adjustment and the wimpy-cry-in-the-corner mama that never wants to leave the house to avert the hurt. I'm finding myself somewhere in between on a good day.
