Life Lesson Learned
I'm not apologizing for my kids anymore.
Oliver had his 7 year appointment today with our pediatrician. I adore her, but the nurses can be iffy. Today's nurse obviously hadn't read the huge note on the front of his chart briefly explaining Sanfilippo Syndrome. She was irritated that Oliver would not remain still for blood pressure and pulse - I warned her. And she got a bit huffy when Oliver was unable to stand on the scale for more than a few seconds. Typically I would apologize for his behavior and let the person know developmentally he is only 18-24 months old. As I started to utter these words once again I realized that there is no need to begin my sentence with "I'm sorry" or "I apologize". My children have done nothing wrong.
My life is complicated enough. To move through it worried that Waverly's wheelchair may take up too much space, Oliver may get a bit noisy, people may judge me as a terrible mother for allowing 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse' to play on an endless loop. I have to let it go. No more "I'm sorry". I have to move away from those words. Leave them behind.