My 13 year old was born with one hand. Today was another one of those days when I was using both hands simultaneously to shake paint bottles, felt a sudden wave of guilt wondering of my son was feeling sad as he watched me and I quickly put one bottle down and proceeded to use only one hand.
Why him? And not me, instead? It saddens me that his daily life will be difficult than most children. He asked me to cut his pizza and bagtie the French fries, two tasks he hasn't learned how to manage yet.
Something in the air the past two weeks that has made me aware that I feel guilty and almost ashamed, that I should be gifted with two.
I'm working to not flaunt it. I'm definitely more aware of my hand actions these days and my feelings surrounding them.
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