Dear September-
I have mixed emotions about meeting you this year. I won’t
lie, last year you were one of my favorite months of the year. September is
National Awareness Month for Visual Impairments and Blindness, including
Albinism, as well as White Cane Awareness month. So this year I looked forward
to you just like last year to do my White Cane posts, wear my Raise Awareness
shirt, my braille shirts more often, even doing little giveaways of sunscreens
and braille books.
Then things changed. You changed for me, for our house, for
our family.
Nowadays when I think of you, September, I dread you. I
dread the emotions you bring with you this year, and hope that next year will
be better. Right now all I think of when I think of you is a due date. A month
that should have marked the coming of our second child, our middle child, and
for that reason it is special. I’m a middle child, and one day I will have a
middle child, just not this September. So for this year, as we wade through
September, no belly about to burst, no nursery prepped, no
every-five-minutes-or-less bathroom runs, and no baby in our arms, I will hold
a grudge 30 days long, and hope that next year I enjoy you more. I’m not sure
you will ever be one of my favorite months again but for now I am content
enough not to rip your page from my calendar altogether. But that’s as much as I
can say for now. Be kind to us September, in our house you are special, you are
still loved, but you are also on the bottom of the totem pole.
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