You know, just in case you hadn’t gotten enough confessions the last time.
• I’ll let Max get away with stuff—like having three chocolate ice-creams in a row—because I feel sorry for him. As if having all that ice-cream will somehow make up for the fact that he has cerebral palsy.
• I’d like to program Max’s new iPad/communication app to say “What’s your problem?” for when kids/people stare at him.
• I use PhotoShop to erase Max’s drool.
• I get a little overwhelmed by making decisions about special equipment; it just took me two months to pick a new adaptive swing for our backyard playset.
• Max’s teacher told us to buy veggie sticks for him to practice chewing and crunching on. I’ve been eating them by the handful at night.
• It sometimes pains me to look back at photos of myself before I had kids. I’ll think, “I could never have imagined what would happen.”
• It annoys me that Max usually ends up with jagged bangs because hairstylists (and we’ve been to a bunch) just don’t know how to handle a kid with special needs, even though he has Really Good Hair.
• Oh, and I can’t stand the words “special needs,” but there just doesn’t seem to be a cool term, does there?
Ellen blogs daily at Love That Max.