I just read a post over at Underdaddy.com that got me thinking about how thankful I am that Pebbles is a late bloomer in the reading department.
You might want to have a look at The Buttery Hole first. You know, just to give you a frame of reference. I’ll wait till you get back.
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Due to the neurological mess Pebbles’ mommy created in Pebbles brain by taking drugs during her pregnancy, Pebbles struggles with lots of things.
Reading. Math. Distinguishing left from right. Bike riding. Roller skating. Swimming. Jumping rope. Karate. Basically anything that requires coordinating movements on opposite sides of her body.
She also suffers from dyspraxia, which means she has a hard time doing anything that requires planning and sequencing. Like writing. Spelling. Playing games that have rules. Putting things away when she’s through with them. Finding things she’s looking for. Remembering where she put something. Following instructions with more than one step.
Seriously. It’s been a blast.
The Rock and I frequently alternate between anger, despair and depression. But we always come back around to dogged determination for finding a solution that will help make things easier for Pebbles. However, only once have I ever been actually grateful that Pebbles couldn’t read.
After reading Prima’s interpretation of the slogan printed on Underdaddy’s rubber drinking cup I was struck by the fact that if Pebbles had started reading when her typically-developing peers did I would have had to explain something she wasn’t ready to learn about.
Let me explain.
As we were stopped at a red light one day I glanced out the car window. Glaring back at me on a sign above a store – in HUGE LETTERS, LARGER THAN LIFE, IMPOSSIBLE TO MISS – was the name of the store.
Now, I get marketing strategy and product branding and reaching your customers – all that stuff. This is America. We thrive on having a free market and what not.
But for the love of all things holy, CONDOMS TO GO, couldn’t you consider the parents of kids who CAN actually read and please be a little more discreet about your sign size and placement?
I, and tons of other parents, hope you will take my suggestion under consideration. Which I’m pretty sure you won’t. But at least I tried.
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That sounds like a college campus type store.
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LOL! It does, doesn’t it?
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It could be worse…I assume there were no actual larger than life condoms depicted alongside the words 🙂
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OMG you’re right! I didn’t think of that! It COULD indeed be worse! That surely would have caught Pebbles’ attention and started the question asking. I shudder to think about how that conversation would have gone. 😉
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I think I need you to explain to me what the heck condoms to go are ha!
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According to Underdaddy: “Sounds like the only way to purchase them really, I don’t want to go to the store where they are for use on site.”
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Aha!
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Wow, they really don’t care, do they?
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Nope. They’re pretty much jerks, IMO.
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Ya.
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