A Different Boat

Warning: potentially offensive, somewhat rant-y post to follow Lately it seems like a lot of my Facebook friends (aka some good friends and other people I had one class with in college or know in an equally distant sort of way) have been posting about "natural medicine" in two district ways. It seems to either be a miracle cure for all that ails us or an evil medical conspiracy that has caused all that ails us. In what I feel is mostly out of character for me, I keep finding myself angry in response to their posts. Despite being skeptical, I try to be open to most ideas and willing to educate myself on things I don't know much about. I've gone to chiropractors, taken Wes to acupuncture, bought organic produce, and read and read and read about alternative medicine. So why do I feel such instinctual animosity towards such good intentioned posts? Evil Causes: All of this fear about the dangers of vaccines, GMO foods, cleaning chemicals, microwaves, antibiotics, an...

Sometimes it's the little things that keep you going day to day. You search desperately for something big and wonderful to happen and when it doesn't you have a choice to make. Either dwell in the sadness or look closer at the fine details to see the little wonderful things that are happening. I was told when Wes was roughly six months old that most kids who can sit independently by age two can walk by five. At the time, I naively thought that would be no problem. He was gaining stability and getting closer to being able to sit all the time so I was sure within another year and a half he'd be sitting. I was encouraged that this meant Wes would most likely learn to walk and his physical disability wouldn't be that significant. Well, fast forward 14 months and he's still not sitting independently. And as much as I want to deny it, it drives me crazy that he can't sit. I imagine all the situations that would instantly be made easier by him sitting independently a...