Missing

The other day I took the twins for one of those dreaded well visits. You know, the ones where you take a perfectly healthy child into a small enclosed space full of children with every conceivable illness? And then have strangers jab them with needles? Well, we went there and behind us in the line was a young man with a severe disability. I’m not a doctor (duh), but he had many of the characteristics of cerebral palsy: scissored legs, one arm pulled into the chest, head tilted to one side.

He was being escorted by a another young man who I assumed was his brother. I kept flashing friendly smiles, but they went unnoticed.

So I sit down and filled out those terrible developmental checklists about what your baby can do–often, I’m not entirely sure and just sort-of guess. Great barometer, no? As I walked back to the counter with their pen, I saw the caregiver lean over the man in the chair and say, “well, you’re quiet.”

And without thinking–because LORD KNOWS my mouth is often functioning without the permission of my brain–I say brightly, “he’s listening.” Because that’s Charlie all the time–his little antennae are constantly picking up on every little thing said around him. The boy is nosy with a capital N. And the man in the chair? He turned up to his brother and said, “I’m sneaky.” Turns out Charlie isn’t the only sneaky one in town.

I would have missed that little moment a few years ago. Would have felt too uncomfortable around someone who looked  different than I do. So glad I’m not missing those things any more.

three boys in striped pajamas sitting on the couch

Charlie and Auggie see the camera. Louie spotted the TV.

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Comments

  1. You continue to be one of my favorite mothers on the internet (and off, too).

  2. Your boys are just beautiful!! Love the jammies mom. Let me know if you ever get back to BR!!

  3. Oh be still my heart with the matching jammies!!!

    p.s. you reminded me that I totally missed K’s 2 year well check. Third child syndrome. ;P

  4. awww, sweet brothers! love the matching jammies!

    (and love the outtake i can see below this post!)

  5. and i thought this was going to be a post about buster!!!

  6. Great post. I like this perspective and hope there are good ways I’ve changed in the past several years, too. I’ll have to think more about that. Also, regarding your photo caption — isn’t it interesting that the one watching TV is the one with the biggest smile? Uh oh… It’s cool to see Charlie with a baby on his lap.

  7. Great post! And I love the matching jammies!

  8. So right, nice post!! And those boys of yours are darling!!

    Any news on baby #4?? Hoping all is well…

  9. I think it’s nice that you said that we all want to be seen and by saying that you showed him that you see him :)

  10. What an adorable picture!

  11. NIce……………:)

  12. I so lpve this photo and those matching jammies! Beautiful boys!

  13. I so love this photo and those matching jammies! Beautiful boys!

  14. the boys are just super cute!
    i tried one of my girls the names of your boys and I kept mixing up the twins… i guess that is what happens with people and my girls LOL.
    ( have to confess I purposely try to miss those well day visits I am afraid of those needles and what they may bring)
    Love the outtake pic of them three. Charlie is smiling so mischievously

  15. i love that picture down there!!!

  16. Yes, I notice more and more people nowadays that I normally would have turned the other way.

    Such a cute picture of the boys. How are you feeling?

  17. Aww, you know how I love Charlie pix and BONUS! with TWINS! in matching jams!!

    and based on another comment I’d just like to say . . . is there really a three year old well child visit? Between the metabolic disorder and the cerebral palsy I would never make an appointment that wasn’t needed, would I? Do I suck? We’ve been so stable I am sure we haven’t been to the regular pediatrician in quite a long time . . . hmm.

    Love you, Katy!

  18. I know what you mean!
    I’ve had moments like that too, after my youngest daughter was born.

  19. Okay the jammies are killing me. This picture might just be the cutest one yet. Also? The doctor’s office story warms my heart. “I’m sneaky”…lol!