flu free

Better late than never. Due to continual illness since October and seemingly a never ending battle to keep the boy out of hospital he finally received the flu vaccine.

For a large family it is quite an adventure to get the job done every year. Previously we have gone to the health clinic bombarding them with all of our special needsness (it could be a word) and all get done at once. Though it was a one shot deal it seemed to overwhelm the nurses. This year our family doctor offered them so that seemed the better route. Unless you are under nine then you have to go to the health unit.

The process seemed endless but nonetheless we're done and just in the knick of time.  

The smiles say it all

see us as more

Truer words have never been spoken!  

People with disability need to be looked at as more than their diagnosis or perceived limitations.

It starts with language.

A child with Down syndrome is not a 'downsie',  a child who is fed by a tube is not a 'tubie, a child with autism is just that... a child WITH autism not an autistic child.

You might toss the thought aside and claim you're tired of being politically correct. What difference does the word choice make?

 The difference is how it makes your brain perceive those affected.

It is person first language.  A person is a person first and foremost with the same underlying need for love, affection, dignity and respect.  

They are a person first who happens to have differences that add to who they are.  

Those differences might be shared with a group of other people but as much as they belong to the same 'club' they remain very much an individual.

We must always look at people as more than we see on the outside.

Unlike everyone else in the world I was forced into seeing Star Wars. The boy really wanted to see it though it must be his liking for action because there is no way he would be available to follow the story line. I could have talked him into kungfu panda as that is also on his to see list but of the two evils for me Star Wars it was.  I kept it to myself that I was there for the popcorn and pop. Oh and points towards my bid for mother of the year.

One of the teens came as well though her desire to see the movie was the same as mine. Turns out she liked it and I'm sure will now be binge watching the others. 

So what was up with the end anyways?

Mothers.  The  only ones who will ask their child in a loving sing songy voice if they are poopy all the while knowing the answer being that they have all ready stuck their hand in it doing "the check'