Many parents have survived this before me. Tons of kids have asthma. Heaps of doses of medicine have been consumed already. My life is fortunate and I am grateful, but still I need to vent a bit about you, asthma, because let's face it, you suck. I hate you.
I hate that you are now officially residing in my kid. You have turned my life upside down. I just found myself listening to the sleeping sounds of my boy wondering if another attack is on the way. I worry about the crazy amounts of medication that is in this boy and will enter his body in the future. Why does my happy boy even need to experience the scariness of a breathing treatment or a hospital room? Will I ever get to enjoy watching my son running around the yard without worrying about him having another asthma attack? Can he outgrow this? Should I even bother signing him up for soccer now?
You suck asthma. I hate you. Yeah, I get it, others before me have found a way to make this work but I hate the new normal you are bringing to my life - worry, drugs and action plans.
I have jumped out of two planes, climbed a mountain, been lost in foreign countries and watched loved ones die, but nothing is more scary that watching my favorite person on the planet struggle to breathe and nothing you are doing is making it better. Again, I will get over this. I am stronger than this, but that doesn't stop you from sucking asthma. Please just leave.
P,S, Don't even get me starting on the realities of being a white parent of a black boy in a hospital. "And you are....?" I am holding someone who is struggling to breathe and he is holding me like he has given me every ounce of trust and you want to know who I am? I am his mother, the look of sheer panic and tears on my face should tell you that I am his family.
See asthma, see you what you have done already? You just keep sucking.
It takes a while to find the perfect stroller. When you start the journey of parenthood, you really don't know what you are needing. The stroller has to carry your child safely and fit into your lifestyle that is always changing. I found the best stroller when my son was three. We had trip to Washington DC planned and I did not want to try to convince him to walk the National Mall several times a day.
Let me take a moment to profess my love of this stroller. It's sturdy. Many cheap strollers feel like the kid is going to pop out the back. They make the handles low so that you have to lean over to push it. The time spent adding cup holders should have been spent on the turn system of the wheels. My present-day stroller feels solid. My 40-pound son took several naps in this thing with confidence. The handles are high and adjustable. This thing can turn on a dime.
But, not everyone loves my stroller. Lately, I have been getting some hateful looks from others when they see me pushing my kid in this stroller. Why? Here are my theories:
1) My son is 3 but height-wise looks 5. He is tall. He wears a 5T shirt. His fully-stretched out legs go slightly past the foot rest. People without children look at me and think, why is this big kid in this stroller? A 3-year-old boy does not have the stamina to walk a mile, enjoy an event then walk a mile back to our car. What happens is that I end up carrying him after he throws himself into the street refusing to stand or walk. I don't have the stamina to carry 40 pounds a mile and walk back to the car. Believe me, before I found this stroller, this happened to me often.
2) I will go everywhere I damn well please with this stroller. If I want my son to see a music performance, we are not going to wait in the back since he has a stroller. No. We are going to be as close as possible. And when it's time to go, look out. My large stroller can mow down others. At a music performance last night, I got hateful looks from others who crowded the tent and did not leave a path for others to leave. 10 people had to get out of their chairs and move them to let me out.
Strollers are great. They save the backs of parents and when you find the right one, it's like a freeing moment. Prepare yourself for the stares. Think about all of the things that you do and then having this giant stroller beside you. As you stand in line for food, so will your stroller. Expect others to lean on it from behind since you are taking up so much space. Listen to others audibly sigh when it takes you extra time to put away your money, take your food and push your child out of the away.
My message to those stroller-haters, GET OVER IT. Use that extra waiting time to catch your breath and relax.