Sometimes I get diarrhea of the mouth when it comes to my kids and their specialness. I am particularly bad about going into what I’m quite certain are tedious details to the casual observer. I don’t know why I feel the need to “explain” everything. It exhausts me and a lot of people probably aren’t all that interested, anyway. I think I keep doing it, though, because I know that there are some people who ask questions because they really want to know, and it’s my hope that they’ll educate others (or, at least, that they won’t feel uncomfortable or intimidated or pity us).
Our neighbors down the street had a baby last Wednesday – their first child, a boy named Jackson Henry. I haven’t been over to see him yet, as I want them to be able to breathe for a few days before I pounce, but I did run into the dad tonight. Nathan was being a super-grump so I had decided to take a walk with him in the sling to calm him down; Neighbor Dad was pulling his garbage can out to the street when we came by.
First, there was the inevitable “Wow! He’s getting so big!” (Smile – nod – “yes, can you believe it?”) Following that, Neighbor Dad said, in reference to Nathan and his son, “Oh, they’re going to be best friends!” (In my head I am thinking “oh, I so hope that is true…”) A little more small talk about how far he’s come in just four months of life, with me launching into talk of therapists and early intervention and developmental milestones. Then this gem from Neighbor Dad: “He’s perfect.” (Beaming)
Yes, I do believe that Nathan and Jackson Henry will be the best of friends.