When I meet other mothers, I have this compulsion to tell this person - often someone I may not know very well - all the things I do "to" and "for" my children. I do this with my Addison as much, and maybe more, than with my daughter.

Swimming therapy…..

Yoga…….

Massage…..

Physical therapy……

Not to mention the organic food, the natural this, the attachment parenting…..but why do I feel compelled to tell even complete strangers this?

Maybe it’s because as a society, we check in on one another to see if we are treating our children well. This is the next generation, the genes thriving to survive and multiply, and I think we all feel the need to let "society" know we’re running our darned-fooled-heads off to accomplish all we can for our kids.

I am tested quite a bit with the fact that Addison still cannot walk, in fact, he doesn’t even really crawl. He has the very inventive way of rolling this way and that and we can’t seem to break him of the habit. He’s quite content with it. It’s hard not to try and explain away the fact that he isn’t walking yet. All the charts put him on the "low" end. This is hard to swallow when my Down Syndrome kid was going to be super boy, regardless of some old extra gene.

So, we practice all of the above, and I walk into
the gym and smile contently at my little guy
rolling around in a large, plastic turtle filled
with balls.

He’s so funny, so animated, even I’d say -
witty.

He makes every one laugh. And, oooooooooh,
you should see his temper.

Genes, shmeans…this guy is brilliant and all I
have to do is stand there and keep my mouth
shut because he knows how to say it all.