We traveled to San Diego this weekend to see my second oldest son and his family. We had a wonderful time and my 18 month old grand daughter treated me like I was the best thing since cake. She wanted to hold my hand, be carried, cuddled and loved on. I loved every minute and cherish the times I get to spend with her. Mommy and daddy aren't so bad either! Love them all so much.
On our way home we always try to make a quick stop at the outlets.
I was standing with Anna, my youngest, waiting for another daughter to come out of the bathroom. A few feet away from us, two little Asian boys were pointing at Anna, laughing and making comments to each other. They were so busy poking fun, they didn't even notice I was staring very hard at them. Soon they went to sit down with their dad, but continued to laugh and point.
My first reaction was anger, second sorrow, and third guilt. Guilt because, again, I just walked away instead of talking to them and their father. After 38 years of raising disabled daughters, I still have issues with confronting kids on my daughters behalf. It doesn't happen often but when it does, I get angry. I shouldn't, because kids need to be taught respect and most of them aren't.
But I should learn to confront the child or the parent and explain, in a nice way, that what they are doing is wrong and then explain about Anna.
But I was so hurt by what they did, I just walked away.
I find it so confusing because I see Anna as delightful, funny, and very cute. Others, who don't know her, see her as awkward, different and strange.
How do we change the worlds view. Or at least the children. Most of these kids are in school with the disabled. Most of them see it everyday, but they still stare, point, and even sometimes laugh.
I am so glad Anna is not aware of this treatment.
We stopped at Mcdonalds on the way home. We were leaving and a little girl turned around, while walking out the door, saw Anna, and started running away. Another episode of heartbreak.
Anna is not unpleasant to look at. She is respectful of others, knows her manners, and is always dressed nice. Often she will even say hi to the person poking fun.
I can't cure the world of this, but there should be some education to teach grade school kids what this is all about. Maybe inclusion isn't the answer. Maybe a series of talks to groups of children would be a better way.
Something I will have to explore.
Another incident happened this same week. It was more funny than anything and it happened to me.
I was eating lunch with a friend and Anna was with us because of early out at school.
He saw us and wanted to ask a question so he said, "Excuse me. Are you the mother or the grandmother?"
OUCH!  A reality I am not willing to face just yet.

But this is my life, and these things are bound to happen. I will never get used to it, it will always frustrate me, but until parents are willing to raise their children with respect to all people then the world will not change.