Today I was at the doctor (for myself, not the kids) and when we were talking about the boys, he was reminding himself that both boys had CP. When I confirmed that they did he answered "Wow, that must be tough".
That made me pause...because I realized I don't like hearing my life being described as tough. Happy, fulfilling, stressful, challenging - all yes. But "tough" has negative conotations to me. I know he didn't mean it to offend me - he said it to be empathetic. But it made realize how far I have come mentally. Instead of melting into a puddle of tears and "yes it is tough" like I might have a few years ago (or like I truthfully sometimes think in the privacy of my own home on a bad day), my first instinct was to think: "Tough? No, not really".
Suck it, tough. This is a happy life.