Sometimes I am shocked by the things that come out of people's mouths. I have been told more times than I can count that I look far too young to be a mother, often in a very rude way, but this is something I am now so used to it goes straight over my head. I know that age plays no factor in how good a parent you can be, and I have enough unconditional love for my son I know I am a good mother for him. I am also much older than they think I look.
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Today I had a new one though, directed not at me but at my son. A stranger came over on the train. A middle aged woman who wanted to coo at Dylan as he had been proclaiming his love for dadadada throughout the journey. She touched his hand and asked me his age and I replied that he is ten months old. 'Oh' she said, 'So he is walking now?'. 'No' I replied, thinking it was rather unusual for a ten month old to be walking unaided although more and more of his friends are starting to take those shaky first steps. 'So he is crawling?' Was her reply. This is something I am a little sensitive about, and I have written already about the fact that he seems to be the last one to crawl. I answered her informing her that he was not crawling, and her response completely shocked me.
'So does he have a disability?'
