Follow Up To Melissa's Post

I received a couple of emails in response to this post. I did open up the comments section at the end of every entry now, so anyone can comment or ask questions in that area if you like. I love getting to see the comments there and would have loved for Melissa to receive her comments and questions directly :)

So, I decided to just do a quick follow up to Melissa's very heartwarming post. I have been blogging since 2009, which means I have had a lot of time to work on opening myself up. That first blog post can be a hard one and I think she handled it beautifully.

To those of you new to my little blog, Melissa is my children's Personal Care Attendant, their Godmother and my friend. She has stood strong and braved every single of my life drama's starting with my pregnancy with Gage. She was one of the people in my life that kept me alive, and was with me during his delivery. She stood by me as a trekked through my unorthodox relationship and marriage to Keith. She was there with a keen ear as I struggled to transition to military wife and she celebrated from afar when Bo was born.

After Bo's diagnosis, she stayed up hundreds of nights on the phone with me as I cried and screamed. She was there for me during Keith's second deployment, and again during my pregnancy of Cote.

She was there for me after Cote's diagnosis.

She was there for me for Gage's.

I was asked by someone why Melissa had wrote a blog post, when she is just their PCA. She is not just their PCA as you can see. She is their Auntie Mel Mel and she is a vital part of our world.

Anyways, so I would like to answer a few of the questions asked :)

Yes my family qualifies for a Handicap Permit and No my kids are not in wheelchairs. My kids are not in wheelchairs but they still cannot walk. We have to haul gear such as a wagon, stroller or gait trainer at any given day. There are other times when there is not time to load any gear or room to unload it, and I have to physically carry these two long sandbags-for-kids into a building by myself. Also, there is the matter of "Special Needs Mommy Body Breakdown". The kid's doctor is attempting to make life just the tiniest bit simpler for me, and I appreciate his actions.

As to the question of whether or not people actually act unkindly towards us or ask nosy questions... that would be a big fat yes. For some reason, my family is looked upon as inferior by strangers and therefore they feel it is their right to be rude. This is not so. We are everyone's equal. We are never rude in return and attempt to handle those situations with grace. I will not lie though, there are millions of moments where I would like to punch people in the teeth for being mean, but instead I choose to be the better person.

Besides, I can guarantee that they will be the ones looking like fools, not I.