I was catching up on some of my favorite autism-mommy blogs, and started clicking through links to their favorite special needs blogs, and drifted into a world of schadenfreude. Reading about other families' problems made me feel like a whiny little bitch!
I'm so grateful that my son is as physically healthy as he is. He doesn't suffer from constant seizures. He doesn't have a chromosomal deletion or duplication. He can eat real food, without need of a feeding tube. His legs and spine and skull are all intact and functional. He has two original kidneys and is not on a waiting list for replacements. He doesn't bang his head into walls on purpose.
I am grateful that my complaints are so small and manageable.
Oh, the phone just rang. Ryan's teacher thinks he has pink eye. And we're getting on a plane first thing in the morning. No problem.