My gift.

Earlier today I went out to lunch with my wife and it was really nice. The boys had stayed over at their grandmothers house the night before, so my wife and I had a good long time "alone". We weren't totally alone, other people were around us and all, but we didn't have to watch the boys. It was great getting away, not having to listen to them fighting over stuff, Ethan talking about weird stuff, or Logan having a meltdown. Though it was nice, I did miss the little turds.

Like I had said earlier, my wife and I decided to stop at this little burger stand in town, they have awesome burgers, just really great stuff. While we were eating the churches around town got out of their services, and quite a few people came into the burger joint. One family, a dad mom and two little girls, got my attention, but not for what you may think.

They were all "normal", or I should say, they all didn't show any outward signs of any disabilities. Why should they? Not everyone has a family member with a disability, or do they? The mom and dad were about 30+ years old, and the two little girls, I assume, we're about 7 and 9 or so. Both little girls were very articulate, well spoken, and what seemed to me very well behaved. The dad didn't look mean, and paid attention to the girls when they said something, then there was the mom.

The mom seemed as if the little girls were completely uncontrollable. The place was pretty vacant when we sat down to eat, and when they came in, they really had the pick of the place. They went to go sit down, and the mom was okay at first. Then one of the girls said she didn't like sitting there, I couldn't hear her season as to why, but it seemed she just really wanted to sit in a different spot.

That's not a big deal, we have had to make sure we sit in certain spots before. Just like I'm sure you sometimes don't want to sit at a table, and would rather have a booth, that's what it seemed like to me. The mom, on the other hand seem to have a huge problem moving. I don't know if the table was dirty, or the one the girl wanted to sit at was dirty, or what, but you could see the frustration in the mothers face. It was like someone had broke her vacuum and then dumped a pointed plant on her carpet. She was totally stressed out at her kids insistence that they move tables.

I know kids can get on your nerves, mine do, and other people's kids do, but this seemed excessive. I know the little girl had no mental issues, she spoke clearly, didn't stutter or make noises, I mean, you just had to be there and you'd say to yourself "that's just a normal little girl". It seemed like the mom was the one with issues, and it got me thinking.

This lady wouldn't handle five minutes with my son, not five single minutes. He would drive her nuts, she would not be able to even deal with him. Just flat out, she couldn't handle him. I have a gift, that gift isn't patients, compassion, understanding, or any of that, my gifts name is Logan.

He's my gift because he forces me to learn all those things. He forces me to be compassionate towards others because not everyone has the same capabilities. He forces me to learn patients because he sometimes wants to do things when I don't want him to. He forces me to stand my ground and be stern because he's unaware that some of the things he wants to do my hurt him very badly, and this also helps with little things like bedtime.

Logan forces me to do my best at understanding anyone, no matter who they are, because he tries to tell me things and some of the time they don't make sense at first. Logan forces me to be stern, if I don't say what I mean he will walk all over me, and mom. Logan teaches me to be quick at my reflexes, or he may tag me in the face with a toy, not on purpose, but you know how it is.

The one thing Logan teaches me the best is to love no matter what. I love him no matter what, even when he's being a total crap head. He has to have things a certain way, and I understand that and I love him for it. He can be a total monster sometimes, and it sucks, but it doesn't mean I love him any less, I just need to learn to deal with it, and teach him how to understand things.

I feel sorry for that mom because it doesn't seem like she gets to learn any of these things. She has a "normal" child, and has a problem when this child wants to sit in a different spot in a restaurant, what will happen when she brings home the man she's going to marry, and the mom has a problem with that? It's just seems to me that the mom will never be happy, and she's missing out on so many things.