Bring It On

Time and again I am reminded of how she acts when she visits her Cardiologist. (heart doctor) When the doctor puts his stethoscope up to his ears, she immediately lifts her shirt, grabs the business end of the stethoscope and places it over her heart. Sure, everyone thinks it’s cute, but every time she does it I silently cringe inside knowing she has such a grasp of her condition and what’s expected of her.

I guess I should be a little grateful that she doesn’t go into hysterics every time we visit the doctor, and in some ways I am. However, it does stir strange emotions in a mother to know that her child is such a cool customer around doctors and almost disregarding of her own pain. As a mother, I would love to scoop her up after a fall and kiss a scraped knee, promising to make it all better. Instead, I’m usually a casual observer, watching as she actually takes the time to consider whether something really hurt or not, and then deciding that it’s no big deal. I’m not really complaining, although it must sound like I am. I just happened to notice, that because of my daughters’ condition, she is far more tolerant of pain than most kids, and how that reflects back onto the world around her. She puts up with so much and still manages to take things in stride, while the rest of the world can be so intolerant of people with special needs. It makes you wonder who really has the learning disability doesn’t it?

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