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Making me forget about being sad

March 31st, 2008 · 2 Comments · None

This weekend, after 5:00 Mass, we went to the mall to eat dinner.

There is this one place in the food court where the BoyChild can eat that doesn’t seem to bother him. And that’s where he wanted to eat tonight.

But today was not his potato day. So he couldn’t have the french fries and all he got to eat was meat and water. I gave him his meat and didn’t eat any of mine until he said he was full and finished and had eaten all of mine he wanted.

After we ate, David and the GirlChild decided to go to Target. The GranMa and the Baba gave the kids gift certificates for Easter (nothing says Happy Easter like money!) and it was burning a hole in the GirlChild’s pocket.

As the BoyChild and I sat at the Mall, I thought about all the things there that he couldn’t have.

He couldn’t drink the smoothies, he couldn’t eat the Chinese food or what passes for the Italian food. He could possibly eat some of the the chicken from the chicken place that has a cow for their mascot; but not the really good crunchy chicken. He couldn’t have the cookies from the cookie store. He can’t eat the ice cream dots. He can’t eat the $29 a pound chocolate candy.

And this musing led me to thinking about the things he might not be able to do.

It will be hard for him to go spend the night with a friend. Birthday parties are already a challenge. I don’t know whether he’ll be able to go to the sleepover camp the GirlChild goes to every year; I’m not sure they will be able, or willing, to deal with his food allergies.

I wondered about how he would be able to date. It seems like so much socializing, at least where we live, happens over food. In restaurants. At someone’s house.

There are just so many things his food allergies may prevent him from doing.

I’m hoping the allergy shots will work. I’m hoping he’ll out grow some of this. But I’m not really counting on either one happening.

And it was all making me a little sad.

Then he stuck his tongue out at me when I asked him to throw his plate away. I told him we couldn’t stay at the mall anymore because he was being ugly and griped at him while I marched him to the car.

He made me forget about being sad…….

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  • 1 daysgoby // Mar 31, 2008 at 7:50 am

    Oh, honey. Sometimes I think you’re such a fighter that surely something will work??

    and sometimes I cry with you.

  • 2 Victoria // Mar 31, 2008 at 5:01 pm

    Aw, crap. ((Hugs)) and take care.

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