And I vividly remember, when this commercial came out. I was in Staples doing the crazy back to school supply shopping thing and I went to check out, struck up a conversation with the cashier, who just happened to be a man. A father. I told him how funny I thought the new commercial was and immediately his facial expression changed and he looked at me, dead in the eyes and said, " I don't think it is funny at all. I love having my children home with me."
Alrighty then. Moving on.
So listen, please don't misunderstand me on this. I truly try to never lose sight, no pun intended once you finish this section but I promise you, I never lose sight of what a gift it is to live another day. Another year. Really I don't. But seriously, these fun little nuances of aging, are for the birds. And that is putting it mildly. Lots of them I could share but the one I am not digging lately is the needing to have reading glasses with me everywhere I go. Everywhere. Nothing like a hot pair of reading glasses to make you feel youthful and beautiful. Says the almost 48 year old. Seriously? 40-freaking-8?
Okay, finally, going to go out on a limb and share this little story with you. Some will be shaking their head and saying, something like, " Oh my gosh that was so not nice." And maybe, the truth be told, it wasn't. Others will read this, and I know for certain who some of the others will be, they will read this and know EXACTLY what came over me and prompted me to do what I did. I will set up the story with this darling picture of Zoey being pushed in her wheelchair by her niece.
Darling uh? And the thing is, when we are out and about, Zoey is in her chair, tooling about this world, happy as a clam. Waving to everyone. Saying hi. Clueless that this world is filled with some naive and ignorant people. But we do our thing and lots of people smile and engage with us but lots do not. If I over hear children asking questions and saying things, I usually stop and get down to their level and introduce Zoey and let them ask questions. Hoping that the next time they encounter a person in a chair or anyone that is seemingly different then they are, that they are not as uncomfortable. Children, I usually cut slack. Usually.
That is unless I am cranky and lately I have been cranky. Or maybe it is more this.
Hard to say. But the other day I was, um, cranky. And in Target, which ordinarily would not make me cranky cuz everyone loves Target, right? But there I was, cranky and ready to check out, and I step into a line with a woman and her daughter in front of me. The daughter was say 6 or 7. Well, we roll up and this is the demeanor that suddenly comes over the little girl. Or close to it.
I mean really. Does Zoey look like a monster? Scary in anyway? I know she has some pretty extensive involuntary neurological movements that are odd looking to some, I get that but I know, even without Zoey in our lives, my children would not have acted over the top like that. I really do.
In that moment. In that cranky moment I was just so not in the mood to educate and advocate and cut someone, even a child, slack. I warned you didn't I? Kinda mean but that's the way it goes sometimes.
Lately, especially for me.