We were in the car today and Colm told Liam that he wanted to marry him. Liam then informed Colm that they couldn’t get married because two boys can’t get married, it has to be a boy and a girl. Right, Dad? There was a pause and Sean and I looked at each other and gave each other that knowing grin and mumbled something about well…if you live in Vermont… We then told him he was right…it has to be a boy and a girl. He’s six and I am not ready to go there, especially with Colm listening in.
Archive for November 22nd 2008
I would do just about anything if it meant that Liam would no longer have to have asthma. I hate it!!! I hate that I have to worry about it. I hate that he has to worry about it. I hate that we have to make other people, like his teachers, worry about it. I hate that he has to take so much medicine. I hate that we have to go to the doctor all the time. I hate that he can’t just get a simple cold and be over it…it always ends up being something much more complicated. I hate how all that coughing wipes him out and makes him look like a zombie he’s so tired. I hate that he can’t just be a kid sometimes. I hate that his asthma ostracizes him at times. I hate that he doesn’t freak out about riding in an ambulance because he has done it so many times. I hate that he knows that he needs to bring a book with him when we go to the hospital because we’re going to be there a long time. And I hate how I am still not always sure what to do when he gets asthma. I know there a lot worse things he could have, but I still hate that he has asthma.