“I want to see your baby arm, daddy!”
Apparently my daughter, Claire, calls my short arm my “baby arm.”
I’ve never heard her say that before, but tonight she confirmed it.
“Because it looks like a baby!” she said.
“Really?” I asked.
“No,” she answered.
And that was it.
The funny thing is, we hardly ever talk about my arm. None of my three kids ever bring it up and honestly, I feel weird when I do with them. They’ve never known me any other way, so it’s natural to them. I wonder if that will change as they get older? When their friends start asking about it, will they be embarrassed? Or think it’s weird? I wonder.
For now, though, I like that it doesn’t make a difference to them. In fact, they love coming-up with new ideas for videos. The blog has actually made them more aware, I think. Every once in a while I’ll watch Claire run to her brother’s room and hear her say excitedly, “Sam! Daddy just buttoned my shirt with one hand! Isn’t that cool??” It’s fantastic.
A couple years ago I wrote a poem about my daughter Anna. She was four and just started noticing that I had one hand. She was fascinated by what I could do. She never said anything, but I’d catch her watching every now and then. It was super cute.
The poem ended-up being published and the timing was perfect. Anna got hit by a bicyclist the summer I wrote it and we found ourselves staying with her in the UW Children’s Hospital. Scariest couple days of my life. So, after a long night of making sure Anna was okay, it made my heart so happy to get the email saying, “Your poem is up today!” Hopefully you can see why.