Preface: He’s fine now. Big Daddy has terrible seasonal allergies. Like, “WOW did that really just come out of your face, How can you even breathe with all all that up there” type allergies. They’ve gotten worse every year we’ve lived here until mid pandemic he had had enough and decided to try desensitization shots. On the day of testing an entire side of his back was one giant, continuous oozing welt. It was disgusting. So he’s been doing the shots for maybe a year? Nary a problem. Some occasional pear-sized lumps on the day of injection but other than that, smooth sailing. Until today. They bumped him up to red which I’m pretty sure is the last level. He got the shots, sat in the office for the required 30 min, and drove home. Right about the time he got home, he started to feel TERRIBLE so he hopped in the shower. Didn’t help. Oh also, I wasn’t even home. 🤦♀️ He’s just steadily getting worse and actively NOT telling me. 🙄 picture of texts with ...
Growing up is hard. Raising kids is hard. Being an adult is hard. One of the natural responses to things that are hard is fear. And fear tends to lead to lashing out. Last week, some kids were throwing rocks in the park next to our house and one of those rocks broke a window. The kids were so scared, they took off. We were scared because we didn’t know at the time if it was intentional or just an accident. It took me a couple hours to track down the kids and involved using video from a neighbor and intel from some middle schoolers I know. I took the time to do that because I didn’t want to be scared. But what I did not know at the time, was that I was also doing it to grow. I thought I would be angry when I found the rock throwers but as soon as I saw them and took a minute to think and watch them play, all I could feel was peace. I decided in that minute to treat them as though I understood their infinite potential. At that point I knew one of their names so I called ...
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