Monday, November 12, 2007

No matter how I put this, it sounds wrong..but...

It sucks to have a differently abled kid who looks normal. Of course I don't mean that I want him to look abnormal, but there are times when it's hard, and you want to hand a flier to the ppl who stare at him that explains why a 7 yo child, who to make matters worse is big for his age, will freeze up on a set of steps and start crying and panicking. People stare. People get impatient and huff and puff when they pass us. People whisper. NONE of that helps! Just go about your business, there's nothing to see.

Obviously this is bugging me, since it was Saturday night when it happened (this time). J freaked out going up the steps at the concert and I thought he was going to end up falling down them this time. He really freaked, and I even tried to pick him up...like I was going to be able to carry him up the steps....but that made him freak more. He can't help it. People stared, looked at us funny, the steps were plenty big enough but ppl had to push around us all huffy. I don't know what I want people to do, but I do know that gawking at him sure doesn't help.

Of course I count my blessings that the problems that he has are limited, but it's hard when everyone sees a normal kid and then something like this happens. And it makes other people, most of which have no clue, think that I'M crazy. If you don't live with a child who suffers from these issues, you really have no idea what it's like.

Anyway, just wanted to get this out in hopes of letting it go and moving past it.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

O....M....G....Daughtry ROCKED!!

Wow wow wow! I now consider myself a lucky person, to have had the opportunity to see the show we just saw, and more than that, to have shared it with my baby!

We just spent the last 3 hours first watching a new up and coming band called You Are, I am. They were good, I'll be checking out their myspace and listening for them to come on the radio. They played for about 45 min, then a stage change and One Republic came out. They too played for about 45 min, and since we'd dug them up on youtube, J and I knew more than just their song that is getting airplay now. I'll actually be looking into downloading some of their stuff. Another set change, and finally, DAUGHTRY!! OMG....the show was awesome. I did find myself wishing we were a little closer, we ended up sitting around ppl who were older than me, and therefore MUCH older than J, so there wasn't a lot of dancing going on in our section, but it was still great. I don't think you could seat even 10.000 ppl in this place, and it wasn't sold out, so it was a lot more of an intimate setting than most shows I've been to. But even with being where we were, J was dancing, singing, jumping around and really got into it. The best part of it was the spontaneous hugs I got all evening. He'd just put his arms around mine and squeeze and say "you're the best mom ever". Awww.

A little disappointed, they didn't sell Daughtry shirts, just One Republic, which were sold out before we made it back out. I ALMOST got J a playlist right from the stage, we managed to sneak down there but the security guard was being a butthead. So no souvenier, but hopefully we created memories that won't soon be forgotten that he won't need a shirt or piece of paper to call on.

I officially have a rocker kid, I see many more concerts in our future now that he's gotten his feet wet.

Friday, November 9, 2007

People...STOP saying he isn't real!

So I don't care if Jane Doe or Mary Smith doesn't celebrate the idea of Santa Claus. Not my concern, couldn't care in the least, but if that's your choice, tell your kid not to tell my kid (or others). Fortunately, this one is easy, J has decided that any kid who says Santa isn't real was bad. That's how his 7 yo mind processes it, who am I to argue it? HOWEVER...when adults say there's no Santa, like the dimwits on the morning news did today, it's a LOT harder to 'undo'. Why on earth did they think it was ok to discuss how some actor found out 'the secret'..only they weren't even using code, they flat out said it! Sure, the morning news isn't on the top 10 viewing list for most 5-9 year olds, but it just happens to be what's on in this house in the mornings. Thank goodness J was in the other room this time, but I'm seeing it more and more. There needs to be a warning label, just like they post when there's violence or nudity. It should say "Warning: The people who made this movie/show didn't give any thought to the fact that innocent, believing children might just watch it, so proceed with caution" UGH!!

Seriously, in this day and age, sometimes the little magical things are all the kids have anymore. Kids these days are so much more grown up than we ever were. Everyone expects more of them, the teachers, us parents, society as a whole. I'm guilty of it. Even though he's my 'baby', I don't always think of my own child as a child, more like a miniature adult. I'm sure that's in part because it's just the two of us. So those little magical things, like Santa and the Easter Bunny, Mickey Mouse and Chuck E. Cheese...just let them be. Seriously, there's no humor in all the jokes and stories about them not being real, so leave it alone!

Less than 24 hours until Daughtry!!

Ok, so is it too early to start counting down? I'm excited to be going, it's been years since I've been to a concert (the Wiggles SO don't count!) but no where near as excited as J is. I'm glad I decided to get the tickets. He really loves music and this setting will be a good one to introduce the whole concert thing. We've got a busy day with my meeting, then his football party, then the concert. I just hope he can keep up after the week he's had.

I'm not crazy for taking a 7 year old to a concert, am I? Nah. I hope he'll be able to look back and say 'man my mom was so cool to have done that!' It's all about those 'making memories' kind of moments.

Ok, so I've got a blog

Well here it is. My blog. I've recently started reading a few, and thought, hey, this is what I need! A place to 'talk', vent, ponder, and just be able to say whatever I'm thinking without worrying about having to sugar coat it....simply put, a place to tell it like it is.