Today I think that I have cried a few too many tears. It’s not just because my husband and daughter are far, far away where there is sun while I am in a home heated by coal.
Yes. I said coal. And a wood stove. Yes. I just said heated by coal and wood.
And there is no sun.
Did I point that out yet?
You should also know that I am cold because I am NOT that great of a pioneer woman.
And the coal at this moment only heats the hot water.
Therefore, I am bundled up, while my kids are stuck in their upstairs bedrooms, in their cribs, visiting with one another while mommy drinks her coffee and writes this blog.
But it’s okay because I will chalk it up to mental health for mommy time.
You know you do it, too. Don’t judge!
Also, they share a room. So, technically, they are actually just “playing” upstairs—even though they are separated by two separated but caged cells.
I love caged cells.
In any case, as I sat around this morning WAY too early awake (thank you trash collectors and our 3 large dogs for alerting me of them), I have been reading the news and weeping at half of it.
One. Probably because I miss my missing family.
Two. Because the job that I have as an allergy mommy is SUCH A BIG ONE!
But don’t take my word for it. Take the word of Nancy Grace. On her HLN page she shares 7 tragic deaths of mostly teenagers (and 1 smaller child) to allergy-related deaths.
And asthmatic (probably).
My son is both.
Allergy and asthmatic.
Death is a word that hinges on my mind every second of the day as I walk him through life. And seeing the fact that these photos highlight teenagers makes me EVEN MORE AWARE that while I can police him now—perhaps it is when he is MUCH, MUCH older that I should be very, very afraid.
And then I read another article shared by a friend. It is me. Me trying to figure out when my two year old tells me that something is wrong. But this article was written by a woman whose son is 6. So much more communicable. Yet no less scary. It was written because he picked up trash. Trash.
My allergy-parent friends…This thing that we live is not all in our imaginations. It is our reality. And it is scary.
But we can do it.
You can do it.
I can do it.
Your kid can do it.
My kid can do it.
It just takes 24/7 for the rest of my/your/his/her lives to do it.
(I would say enjoy the articles—but, instead, today I will simply say PLEASE READ!)
Nancy Grace highlights 7 children that have died from allergy/allergy-related causes:
Anne Radcliffe writes: A terrifying day in the life of an allergy mom: