New Policy

Several months ago I booked a flight to go see my new nephew. Well from that time until now, I've been debating whether to bring Wes with me or leave him home with daddy and grandma and grandpa. Being my usual procrastinator self, I was still debating until the night before I left. I was plagued by indecision and torturing myself trying to make the "right" choice. I tormented myself over the pros and cons determined that there was a right and a wrong choice. Bringing him and meant having to deal with the complexities of not only traveling with a toddler but also with the medical supplies and difficulties of carrying a non-walking, non-sitting 1 1/2 year old through the airport, or do I leave him home and miss him horribly yet have an infinitely easier trip? So I weighed the pros and cons, called friends and family for advice, debated in my head for weeks (and somewhat embarrassingly cried about it). Ultimately I came up with a policy I hope to follow for situations like this for the rest of Wesley's life.

If it is logistically possible to bring Wes along (despite the inevitable extra difficulties) and if I would bring a "normal" child his age, then I will always bring him along. I don't want his disability (it's still a little hard to use that word) to limit the experiences he gets to have in life. He deserves the same opportunities as any other kid and I am determined to make that possible even if it means added difficulties or adapting the experiences.

So Wes came to California and got to meet his cousin. He might not care very much but at the same time it might mean a lot to him and until he can communicate that to me, I am erring on the side of more opportunities and more experiences.

He did great on the plane,

 

and he played with his cousin (well, he tried to hit him in the head with toys),

 

and I still got some good snuggle time in with my nephew.

Comments

  1. KristaSeptember 20, 2013 at 11:30 PM

    I think that is a great way to make your decisions. Well done! :)

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