concern. With an allergy child, it’s
different. Immediately all heads raise
to look. The worry kicks in. You hold your breath and wait. You ask “are you all right?” and hope that
their response is a “yup Mom, I’m fine” in a normal voice. Then you can start to relax, and exhale.
This is the very reason I do not go out to eat with my
son. I find myself constantly watching
him and waiting for a reaction. I feel
myself tense up if a hive develops. I am
unable to relax and just enjoy my meal.
I’m waiting for the coughing to start.
Then the guilt, *sigh *, the guilt starts. How could I be so naïve to think that a restaurant
could accommodate all of my son’s allergies correctly? My ridiculous attempt of being “normal” and
going out for a nice dinner is completely ruined.
an early dinner when there are no crowds.
I cook my son’s dinner and wrap it on a plate. I also use a heated lunch box. It will keep his food warm for a couple of
hours. When our food is served I un-wrap
his plate and we all eat together AND…I’m actually able to relax and enjoy
myself. Ahhhhhh…our life may not be “normal”,
but it’s our normal. J