Most of you know that my son, Tony, was born with a foot deformity. We have lovingly deemed it his “lucky foot”, and we’ve just recently started watching Finding Nemo. As much as I want to be the fun-loving, easy-going mom, I hear a LOT of myself in Marlin, Nemo’s over-protective father.
Case in point: letting him jump on a trampoline at the mall. I was FUHREAKING out. His foot! What if his foot isn’t strong enough? What if he puts undue stress on the OTHER foot as a result? OH GOD, HIS FEET ARE DRIVING ME BONKERS.
Thing is, Tony? Hasn’t noticed his feet. He made mention of his brace when he was still wearing one, but it’s been a year without a brace now, and he never mentions a difference between the two feet. (And believe me, it doesn’t handicap him AT ALL. He is as crazy and rambunctious as any two year old.)
SO .. do I tell him?
Here’s my two schools of thought:
School A – we’re going to have to have major surgery on this foot, probably in the next two or three years. It will be a painful recovery, as we’re most likely having to do a bone-lengthening procedure on this foot to even out his legs. Wouldn’t it be less confusing or less shocking if he knew ahead of time that one foot is different than the other?
School B – why make a mountain out of a molehill? He’s perfectly happy as is. Why create some sort of issue where there currently is none?
I really will listen to all suggestions, but please, don’t get preachy on me. There are not words for how heavily this weighs on my heart, so please be respectful. To me and to eachother.
Or as Tony would say, “Love EVERYBODY!!”