Baby Man

Today I went to Baby Connor's school to help out. It was kind of a downer. He was so cute and I loved every minute of being there with him, but my heart hurt as I watched him struggle to understand directions for the most basic tasks. It takes so much effort for him to grasp simple concepts and to cooperate on his own. His teachers are so positive and so encouraging, but it was very hard for me to see how behind he is. The classroom setting really showed me how severe his delay is. The other kids are very delayed too, so he's in good company. And the teachers are literally super-human with magic powers. But still, it was hard. I know I have to accept that he may always be this way and that he may never catch up. But at the end of the day, it doesn't even matter. I'm so in love with him, I'll take whatever I can get. I could handle much bigger health issues and mental disabilities with him if it means I get to have him. I'll take him no matter what.

Old Hag

Friday, at the grocery story, Baby Connor was in a really good mood. And since he doesn't talk, he likes to let out these really loud, shrill, pterodactyl screams when he's stoked. Well, he was stoked on his pretzels in the grocery cart so he let out one of those awesome screams. An old lady in front of me whipped around with her hands tightly protecting her ears and said "Oh my gosh!! You've got to cover their mouths when they do that. That's just AWFUL!"
I politely replied that I didn't know he was going to let out a happy scream and just kept walking. But what I really wanted to say was:
"Hey bag lady, he's retarded. Look at his gorgeous face. He can do whatever the hell he wants, so shut your pie hole."
But I didn't. 'Cause my momma raised me better than that.