When Molehills Really are Mountains
THIS is the water bottle that Aidan drinks out of. Last year he learned to drink from a straw, which was much more age appropriate than a sippy cup. Recently, he learned to drink specifically from THIS water bottle. It’s bigger than a sippy cup so he gets more liquid and the size and straw type are just right. (I love you Thermos! Any Thermos execs out there want to send us a big ole’ box of these so the following never happens again?) We went away for the weekend and what did I leave at home? THIS water bottle. Ugh. Well, Aidan knows how to drink from a straw so I stopped by Starbucks (could I please get a frappachino to go with a few straws for my disabled child?). I’m a mother who knows how to make a sacrifice. The thing is, they weren’t his straws and I didn’t put them in his cup. It was a very hot weekend and he wouldn’t drink.
Not all of his abilities are transferable. He can drink, but only from THIS water bottle. I went back to the store where I bought it. There were 8 thousand kinds of water bottles, but not THIS one. It’s moments like those that I have to take 10 deep breaths. This should be a simple errand. It’s not. And in the same week, the one store that carries the one bib that works for Aidan doesn’t seem to carry it anymore. Ten deep breaths.
So the big things in Aidan’s life are big, and sometimes the little things are big as well.