Some adventures don’t take you to tropical places where tiny umbrellas top tumblers filled with frozen booze and the sand gets stuck in the sides of your suitcase. Some adventures we don’t seek; instead, they come straight at us, like a frightening game of chicken. Sometimes, the bullet you are trying to dodge, the one headed straight for your heart, is parenthood. And it can be hardcore AF.
Seriously, if there was a party to celebrate badassery, parenthood would be the guest of honor, carelessly blowing smoke rings and waving a giant middle finger while all the other so-called daredevils held its beer.
For some of us, it’s simply the adventure of parenthood itself, the exhilarating highs and the stomach-dropping lows, like a roller-coaster you willingly get on--hands up, smiling for the camera--but midway though makes you so dizzy you can't wait for it to end. For some, it’s the curve balls thrown at the last minute, the snap of a bone, the projectile vomit, the, “He did what on the playground?”
And, for others, the adventure takes place in what feels like a whole different planet--the sterile, curtain-drawn sections of the ER or stuffy waiting rooms with shitty magazines. These types adventures last long after the initial jolt and well into the descent. They hide like a snake burrowing just inches under the soil where you step; a reminder that you'll never again casually hop from one rock to the other.
For me, this adventure has to do with food allergies, something I’d once known nothing of but now desperately seek to understand. And while this adventure has taken us to hospitals and specialists and pharmacies, it’s also taken me, as a mom, to peaks (e.g., finding an egg-free cookie recipe that actually works at high altitude) and valleys (jamming an epi-pen into a small thigh) and all the detours of annoyance and anger and advocacy in between.
For the mamas who take these special adventures with me, who wind around this kind of hairpin turn, I share my thoughts about having a child with food allergies at Blunt Moms and hope to help others understand why this adventure is no joke. My apologies in advance if it's, well, pretty blunt.
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