The Day I Have Dreaded Has Arrived...

The day when Johnathan would finally internalize and recognize that he is different, and perhaps even substandard.

He was downstairs with Natalie, happily doing the Pilates DVD with her for homeschool P.E., and it came to him. "I can't do dis..." and he sat down and waves of sadness washed up on his shores, and overwhelmed him, because no, actually, he could not do this.

My dear, sweet, broken little man...

Them both bereft, and disconsolate, the wife brought him up to me, and I held him for a bit and told him how proud I am of him, and he soaked me up. I explained that parts of Daddy are broken, too, and Daddy can't do Pilates, either. He was stunned...you mean there's something Daddy can't do? Blasphemy!

I explained to him how the doctors are working on ways to fix his broken parts, and make them work proper, and just look how much you can do right now. I explained how he could help Momma make home-made corn tortillas, and her eyes narrowed...hey, have you ever had home-made tortillas? To die for, and I have been angling for some for awhile...what, honey, you want to crush the little crippled boys dreams?

I'm an asshole, eeoh-leoh, eeoh-leoh...

No, that status came when I suggested to him he could also help Momma make sopapillas, I believe. I have been craving them, too.

Anyway, the clouds parted, and once again, his face shown like the sun, and he bounced off back to Pilates with my admonition to 'just do what you can do', and with any luck...

Daddy gets home-made corn tortillas tonight.