“How would you feel if your children outgrew their allergies and you couldn’t blog about it any more?”
This is a question I have been asked a few times recently and I never know whether to be offended, angry or amused.
Allergies have been an unwanted part of our life since J was born. When he was finally diagnosed it was a relief to have some answers but a scary and daunting realisation. This was heightened when he had his anaphylactic reaction and is why I started this blog.
It was obvious baby A was following the same path so I was ready for her first allergic reaction and diagnosis. But that doesn’t make it any less daunting.
So when someone asks me that question, I mainly just feel happy for them. Happy because I know they obviously don’t have a child with allergies or or any other chronic illness.
If they did, they would know the only possible answer is: jump for joy, cry with happiness and shout from the rooftops.
It doesn’t matter if your child has allergies, asthma or any other condition that affects their everyday life. All you want as a parent is to take it all away. All you want is for them to be normal, ordinary and healthy.
I enjoy blogging and it has given me some great opportunities. It has been a way to express my feelings, connect with other parents and work creatively with brands including Hipp Organic and Holland & Barratt.
But I would give it all up in a heartbeat.
I would give it all up to know my children were safe, to know they face a future without worrying about what they eat.
I would give it all up to not feel constantly anxious, to not have to read every label and plan every meal.
I would give it all up so my children could go to nursery without a care plan, without an epipen and without being singled out for special treatment.
I am happy that J is beginning to understand his allergies but I also hate that he has to. It breaks my heart when he tells me he can’t have Daddy’s cheese or that garlic would make him poorly.
It breaks my heart that he role plays doctors with his toy kit so accurately. He knows exactly what a stethescope does and turns one of the toys into a pulsox machine and puts it on our finger to check our oxygen levels.
So the next time someone asks me how I would feel if my children outgrew their allergies maybe I’ll just give them a hug and say what I’m really thinking:
“You’re so lucky you can ask that question.”