He has started to realize that he’s “different.”
And it sucks.
This morning he asked me why the other kids don’t have vests. And cried when I sat everyone down this morning for his treatment time. He yelled, “I am MAD at my vest!”
Ugh. It was all I could do not to break down.
This is just another aspect that we’ll have to work through. He knows he has Cystic Fibrosis, but it’s just starting to occur to him that not everyone else does – well at least that his other little daycare friends don’t have it. That they don’t have to wear a vest. That they don’t have to use a nebulizer. That they don’t have to take pills every time they eat.
Beyond his daily treatments, he is just like every other kid – healthier than most other typical two year olds I know. And as hard as we put our emphasis on the “normal stuff,” the abnormal parts of his life are becoming more apparent to him.
The hardest part is having a kid smart enough to realize that he’s different, but not yet able to comprehend the whys or hows. But heck, neither do I half the time.