Patience

I would just like for somebody to teach me the art of patience.  Patience for when I am in the mall at the makeup store with my 4 1/2 year old son who is trying on every tester lipstick in the place.  Patience for when he finds the pair of scissors that have been put on display right at child height and decides to start cutting the back of my shirt.  Patience for the 9 week old puppy that is chewing on anything and everything, including my children.  Patience for the life that I have been given to live.

I never really had that much of it before I had children.  I figured it would be something that I would acquire as I got older.  I am finding that as time has passed, I did acquire more of it after my first child was born, but now it is slowly dwindling down.  Todaythough I got lucky, in that when I called the company that made our wonderful Kid Kart I actually got a response on my first try.  They are coming out to fix it on Wednesday. You see, usually it takes at least a week or more to get a response and an appointment set up.  But, they are coming on Wednesday.  But, even with that little bit of luck, my patience still runs thin.

I also still haven't developed the patience that I am undoubtedly going to need a lot of in the future when it comes to people staring at my child.  I just can't get past it.  Every single person that passes us by stares.  Not just the glance when they initially see her, no the kind where even when they have passed us their heads are still turned behind them staring at my child.  Sometimes it's all I can do to not scream.  Believe me, I ignore it most of time, it's the times when people actually say something that I seriously can't be held accountable for what will come out of my mouth.  There was this time that we went to a kids restaurant and of course there was a line out the door to get in.  I had parked in the handicap spot like I do when I have Trystyn.  It's easier with her Kid Kart.  Anyway, I am putting the Kid Kart together in preparation for putting her in it, when this younger guy standing in line with his family and "normal" stroller says " wow that is a cool stroller".  My response, was yeah it's cool if your kid has Cerebral Palsy.  My friend that was with me said that it was unnecessary that I said that, sure it probably was, but REALLY they wouldn't think it was cool if they were in my shoes.

To me the "Cool Stroller" means my child is almost two years old and can't even sit up on her own let alone walk.  It means that she has to have this "cool stroller" just to kind of be able to eat Stage 2 baby food. There are days now, more so then before, that just keeping her head up seems to be to much.  Which I think for her is more about the fact that she is blind then the fact that she can't hold her head up.  So I guess I'm just not that sorry for what random comments come out of my mouth.  Especially, when they have an infant that is definitely younger then my child and is doing all of the things that she can't.  Don't get me wrong, I am not wishing what my daughter is going through on any other child in this world, I just wish people would be more aware of their actions and how it affects the people around them.