Pookah is still very much allergic to wheat.
Skin test positive.
Big Big Sigh.
At first, I felt sorry for myself.
I could feel myself crashing with this overwhelming disappointment that my child wasn’t “perfect”. That something was wrong with him. That I couldn’t fix. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I watched the test turn positive on his back.
But then, I was distracted by Pookah.
He was playing. Zooming around the room with a toy truck that he had found.
He was happy.
He was healthy.
He was the most beautiful thing in the world.
And he didn’t care that he was allergic to wheat.
His most pressing concern at that moment was
I felt my spirits lifting.
Who was this really about?
Me or my perfect imperfect child?
My child is imperfect and he is perfect all at the same time.
And I love him.
And that is all that matters.
My Perfect Boy..
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