She Walks On The Moon

Most of our friends at this point have children. And it's GREAT.

So our conversations are often filled with the trials of parenthood tempered by the achievements of us as parents as well as those of our little ones . . . "Suzie was a colicky baby and cried all the time!!" . . . . "Johnny just ran his first official race and got a medal!" . . . "You have no idea how much harder two kids are than one and three are than two and four are than three . . . ."

On the one hand, it is nice to just have "normal" parent conversations - it reminds me of all the ways that our experience is no different from others and yet from time to time I find I am biting my tongue . . . .

I suppose you could say that we have an "Ace in the hole" when it comes to parental trials and child achievements. We don't trot it out of course (we try not to), but it is sort of the elephant in the room - no matter how hard a friend feels that parenting is or how great their little one's achievement, there is always that unsaid exception that goes along with having an extraordinary child like Annabelle.

As far as I am concerned, my little one WALKS ON THE MOON . . . . pick up the bit around the 3:10 mark . . .

I Walked On The Moon

Confession: When I originally wrote this I was in a very punchy mood - my apologies to those who came across this post before I toned it down a little.

Tomorrow (Tuesday) we will be at Children's Hospital for about 9 hours of Xrays, doctor appointments and ultrasounds. It's all part of our regular 6-12 month visit to the Spinal Defects Clinic (Which we have renamed the "Super Duper Clinic").

Every time we go to something like this I pray that the docs don't come back with "The test results concern me" or "the Xray results aren't what we were hoping for" or some such thing.

I suppose it is weighing on me a little . . .