takes a big person to be little.

So I got my forms signed by my physician, but not before he made me feel so small, until I cried.


Who knew getting assistance for being little would be so hard. I have been through hell and I deserve a break. I am not manufacturing anything. I deserve this as much as the other more visibly challenged people.

Robbie informed me that he isn't going to the audiologist until we get back. Huh. That would have been nice to know earlier. I would have waited a little more and prepared better. Oh well, it's done now. I have also asked Sick Kids to send me a letter of diagnosis confirmation. I hope their records go back that far. That plus my half filled in Doctors note ought to do it. Yep he filled out half the form but signed it. I'm sure if I fill out the parts that he has missed, if they call him to confirm he will never remember what he wrote anyway.

This tax credit is worth a lot of money to those of us out there who have a disability. Through this experience as well as the rest of my life experiences to date, I have come to agree that they pick certain people to go through things like chromosone disorders, hearing/sight/mobility disabilities. We get up every moment and fight the fight. Lots of mornings I wake up to start my day and think... I dont really have to do this, I could just quit my life and stay right here.. but that would mean quitting on my kids, my husband and most of all myself.

I think loving yourself is the hardest part about being different that everyone else. It's hard to love what you see in the mirror. Then as the years go by you start to move forward from how tall you are or how big your head is compared to the rest of you. You start to love you for you.

This life has been a journey. I wouldn't change one layover, one missed flight, one cockroach motel.....

Well maybe the cockaroach motel