Saturday, December 22, 2012

Now He's Three: The Game Changer

It has nearly been a year since I've posted.
Let's think about that.
One year.
Can that be?

Boomba at Christmas Program Rehearsal. He's a Wise Man.

Boomba is three years old.

His daily allergy life is a complete turn around than it was one year ago.
One year ago I felt helpless and lost.
I couldn't feed him anything without a reaction.
His system was so bothered that even things he's not technically allergic to, caused reactions.
The Lord took that cross from my husband and me and gave us three pages of allergens Boomba had been tested to. Atopic to all of them. THAT's why we couldn't feed him anything.
I praise the Lord that our life is different now.

I admit though, there are struggles.
A three year old is a bit more social than a two year old.
He's more logical- but in a way where he can argue his point.
It's been amazing to see this boy growing up and I've had the chance twice in the last two days to really see how much growing he has done.

We went to a Christmas Open House last night.
We could hardly get in the front door there were so many wonderful people there. They all held casein-processed meats, cheeses, and treats, laughing all the way. There were bowls of unlabeled treats in easy reach of all attendees. Among all of these obstacles, Boomba really showed me who he was and is made of.

A child I am proud of and grateful for.
He put his face right over the bowl of candies.
I worried and he noticed.
"I'm looking!" he assured me.

The whole evening he played with the dog, passing by all of the food, dishes, snacks, treats, and everything else.
He was happy to be there.
He was happy to eat his Safe Cookies from his zip lock baggie.
Tonight was similar.
He was such a responsible guy around our worst nightmare- pizza.
Tonight he also learned a hard lesson about cross-contact.
I tried to explain he couldn't have more strawberries because now people who have touched pizza, touched them.

I should have practiced this in the mirror.

He was sad.
Me too.

He understood he couldn't hold hands with the children afterwards too.
He understood the situation so well he told me he would "show them where the sink was" so they could wash their hands. Isn't it funny how ridiculous notions that are taboo seem outside of the context? Of course it's that simple.
Hand washing.
That's when I told my sweet three year old another difficult thing. "It's not polite to ask someone to wash their hands."
Is that true?
I think it is.
It seems silly when you say it like that, and especially in regards to saving someone's livelihood.

Yep one year ago was different.

I came across a quote of Emma Stone's (Love her!) while mindlessly pinteresting today.
"What sets you apart can feel like a burden. And it's not. A lot of the time, it's what makes you great."
I think it applies to allergies well.
It made me really think.
I know I have more self-control than I -ever- have.
Nothing would have stopped me from indulging in a treat- nothing except my son's livelihood, now.

We have an opportunity to be a voice for Allergy Families everywhere. If we take the time to live as a teaching example now, maybe Allergy Kids in the future can live a bit safer. Boomba has to learn at a young age who he is and that he has to stand up for himself. Hopefully I can teach him to do this in a respectful way.

We are days away from celebrating the gift of Christ Jesus, coming into the world to bare our sins to the cross, so that we might be free from sin. What a great time to remember this life is short. Death has no grip. Worry does nothing. The victory is our God's, The one and only true God.
"From Heaven Above to Earth I Come"
by Martin Luther, 1483-1546
LSB 358, v 2-3 2.

"2. To you this night is born a child Of Mary,
chosen virgin mild;
This little child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the joy of all the earth.

3. "This is the Christ, our God and Lord,
Who in all need shall aid afford;
He will Himself your Savior be
From all your sins to set you free."

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