My 6-yr. old granddaughter is allergic to peanuts.
Let me rephrase that.
She’s deathly allergic to peanuts.
And that’s not even an adequate description of how allergic she really is. Once she ate what could only be called a crumb-that-would-fit-on-the-head-of-a-pin piece of chocolate that may, or may not, have been manufactured in a facility that also processes pine nuts, aftershave, toilet paper and peanuts, (I may have read just a few too many product labels) and wound up in the ER with a screaming fever, vomiting and a terrified mom and dad. It all turned out okay, but it was just another reminder that she lives in a minefield.
It’s a minefield of anything remotely related to peanuts of any kind.
There are no Snickers, no M&Ms and tragically no Reese’s.
No Reese’s Peanut Butter cups.
The very manna of the gods and my granddaughter will forever be deprived.
It’s not fair.
As a result of her allergy, the entire family – her mom, dad and brother – have had to swear off the same foods.
For the brother it’s not really a big deal. He’s never had a peanut product, so no biggie.
For mom and dad, though, it’s quite another story as was evidenced last Christmas when I walked into the kitchen to catch my daughter and son-in-law hastily scarfing down an entire bag of M&Ms..and not the little bags, nooooooo…they ate one of those ginormous bags of candy in about 37 seconds.
Every time she visits, my daughter will take any peanut product I happen to have and either hide it or put it way up high on a shelf.
I don’t know why she does this..maybe she thinks her daughter will try “just one” bite of something when no one is looking.
She needn’t worry.
Last weekend my granddaughter and I were watching some Halloween-themed cartoons when a commercial came on for candy, candy, candy.
I had gotten up to do something, but I could hear her in the other room as the commercial blared scary music and talked about the treats she was saying, “Allergic, allergic, allergic, might be okay ask mom, allergic.”
I chuckled to myself and realized we needn’t worry about her so much. She knows.
Sigh…and someday she will know that the cruelest truth of all is no matter how long she lives, there’s never going to be that moment when she sinks her teeth into the chocolate covered deliciousness of peanut butter mixed with sugar that melts just so….