apologies in advance, as this is one of those venting posts where there's just not anything to say. But...
So today my son had a wheelchair baseball game at his school.
The teachers clearly went through a ton of work to put the thing together. The kids had uniforms and even their own set of baseball cards with their pictures on it and everything. It was really sweet for them to go to so much effort. And they did it in part so that the parents could see their kids get to play baseball just for once. (In fact it may have been mostly for the parents, as the kids are so limited they had no idea what was going on.)
But for me the whole thing just sort of seemed to underscore how very different Charlie's childhood, and by extension our parenting, experience is. It was really hard to sit through. And with Flash gone it was pretty isolating, too. The other parents were really getting into it, so I didn't want to detract from their enjoyment of the game by admitting how I felt. And my real world friends, if I talk to them about anything related to Charlie, they're not sure if they shouldn't apologize for having healthy kids. Obviously, that's not cool, either.
But I love little Charlie just the way he is, and for who he is, and I guess I just prefer to appreciate him for the person that he is, instead of pretend that he's somebody he's not. I hope that makes sense.
Anyway, here's the little slugger himself. His team won! :-)
So today my son had a wheelchair baseball game at his school.
The teachers clearly went through a ton of work to put the thing together. The kids had uniforms and even their own set of baseball cards with their pictures on it and everything. It was really sweet for them to go to so much effort. And they did it in part so that the parents could see their kids get to play baseball just for once. (In fact it may have been mostly for the parents, as the kids are so limited they had no idea what was going on.)
But for me the whole thing just sort of seemed to underscore how very different Charlie's childhood, and by extension our parenting, experience is. It was really hard to sit through. And with Flash gone it was pretty isolating, too. The other parents were really getting into it, so I didn't want to detract from their enjoyment of the game by admitting how I felt. And my real world friends, if I talk to them about anything related to Charlie, they're not sure if they shouldn't apologize for having healthy kids. Obviously, that's not cool, either.
But I love little Charlie just the way he is, and for who he is, and I guess I just prefer to appreciate him for the person that he is, instead of pretend that he's somebody he's not. I hope that makes sense.
Anyway, here's the little slugger himself. His team won! :-)
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