I talk a lot about food allergies.
Food allergies have determined certain paths we take.
Nothing is simple.
Want to take a bible study class with childcare? Just sign up and show up.
There are emails and phone calls involved. There are questions about snacks. There are questions about having other kids hands cleaned in the room. There are quick EpiPen training sessions for her teachers. There are procedures figured out for me to be contacted immediately in case of an allergic reaction.
The same thing with any recreational event.
SG wants to take a dance class. She is currently crazy for Barbie in the Pink Shoes and wants to learn ballet.
Just sign up for dance class and show up, right?
I emailed one place where I had previously spoken to the manager. To my face, she was agreeable and accommodating. I emailed her with the specifics needed to keep SG safe (either wipe hands or wash and no food in the room) and CRICKETS. No reply.
I crossed that place off of the list.
I emailed another place. The owner said she would have her own child wash her hands but it was up to ME to ASK the other parents to wash their kids hands. Ummm…no. What if they say no? I know most wouldn’t, but I have had issues with this in the past.
Thankfully I found a dance studio that is willing to wipe all the girls hands before they walk in the studio. (Thanks Jill for the help!) I’m overjoyed and can’t wait for my little ballerina to take real dance classes!!!
Let’s move onto grocery shopping. Put your kiddo in the cart (or buggie as we say in the south), fill your cart with any food you want, put your groceries on the belt, pay and go.
First, I wipe the entire cart with wipes. Okay, not the wheels. But I SCRUB the part where SG might sit. I’m teaching her to walk beside me, but sometimes I have to put her in the seat part. The part where I’ve watched countless other kids eat the free, deadly dairy and egg filled cookies from the deli. And goldfish. That seat. And then I wipe down the rest of the cart- including the inside of the cart.
Then I find my ridiculously expensive groceries, reading EVERY LABEL, EVERY TIME. Because ingredients change without warning. I have to be sure that what I buy is safe for SG. I also have to keep SG right beside me while reading labels, repeating my mantra to SG “Don’t touch anything!” or “Please keep your hands to yourself!” or “Don’t touch your face!”
When my shopping is finally done it’s time to check out and pay. I try to find our favorite cashiers who know us by name. They know to spray and wipe the belt down for us. I have seen spilled milk on the belts. And there is always some random stickiness. Who knows what that is? With a contact dairy allergy and egg allergy, I take no chances. If I can’t find any familiar faces, I go to a new cashier. I explain quietly that we have food allergies and say “Can you please wipe the belt to keep us safe?” Only one time has a cashier refused to do it. And then I lost my cool. And then she wiped the belt. Anyway, all that to get and buy groceries. And I try to ignore the stares I sometimes get as people behind me look at me like I’m a little crazy for not putting my groceries on the dirty belt. Sometimes I feel my cheeks turn red. Sigh. Not that I really care what other people think. Keeping SG safe is my job as her mother. And I take it very seriously.
Let’s talk about haircuts. I love Great Clips for SG. Mostly for one reason… there is a giant bowl of Dum Dum suckers for kids to have after their hair cut. Doesn’t that sound like a silly reason to choose a place for a kid’s hair to be cut? When we are there, SG gets to have the same treat any other kid gets. It almost makes me cry. Seriously, that doesn’t happen much. We usually have to say, “No thank you. We have food allergies.” At our Great Clips, the stylists wash their hands before cutting SG’s hair and she gets a sucker afterwards.
Thank you, Great Clips. You’re awesome!
Let’s talk about eating out. Well, there’s not much to say, really. We only go out to eat on our date nights.
This whole post is not supposed to be a bummer. It’s a little glimpse into our complicated little world.
Still, I am so very blessed to be SG’s mommy. It’s something I dreamed about, prayed about and cried about for 6 years.
I am blessed to have become pregnant after battling infertility for 6 years.
I’m blessed to be a mother.
I’m blessed to be a stay at home mom.
I’m blessed to be a wife.
I’m blessed my Huzz provides abundantly for our family.
I’m blessed to have regular date nights with the love of my life.
I’m blessed to not have to worry about weight. (Eating dairy, egg and beef free and not eating out much has kept us trim!)
I’m blessed that we followed Dave Ramsey’s plan early in our marriage.
I’m blessed with friends and family who want to keep SG safe.
I’m blessed by a church that goes to great lengths to keep SG safe.
I’m blessed with a Savior who loves me and died for my sins.
I could go on and on. Sometimes I need to sit down and remind myself of my blessings.
Because sometimes, this food allergy life can weigh me down.
Today, I choose to lay it all down at Jesus’ feet and know that no matter what, He’s got this.
I might have to take extra steps and precautions, but it’s all for a very good reason. There’s nothing I won’t do for my SG.