Just so ya know, I do not have my Mommy of Especially Needy Child shit together all the time.
Owen's cousin's birthday party was yesterday. At a kiddie gymnastics place. The party goers were shuffled into the gym to play as the parents watched through big windows.
The warm up exercises went fine. Owen was able to copy the instructor's movements. He was laughing and having fun.
Next was a relay activity; instructions were given, the kids were divided into groups, and given specific jobs to do.
Owen stared blankly at the instructor, and when his turn was up he burst into tears because he didn't know what he was supposed to do.
Because he couldn't hear her.
I should have foreseen this. I should have been in there interpreting for him. I should have protected him from feeling left out.
I did go in and interpret for the rest of the party. And he ran and jumped and did all the things the rest of the kids were doing.
But I still felt like an asshole.
And I could have done without the pitiful looks from the other parents there.
Because even though there are times when it fucking sucks to be us, I don't wish we were anyone else.
Yesterday was not magical.
But big picture? We've had more than our share of the stuff.
And today, Cheryl at MommyPants has me guest posting about that magic.
Go read, please and thank you.