I call myself Mama Bear. I have made such a fuss about my kids. I have gone to all lengths to protect them, and I have "made a scene" from time to time. Alright, let's be honest. When it comes to my children, WATCH OUT....this Mama Bear will NOT let you hurt them...and if you do...be prepared for a fight. And, I will NORMALLY win! I don't really care what others think about me when it involves my children. I know my own personal insecurities, but when my "cubs" are involved, this MAMA BEAR will stop at nothing to take care of it.
My cubs have been hurt, and this Mama Bear is roaring....
When school first started this year, my oldest, Alex, was isolated, made fun of, and talked down to because she wasn't "in" the clique. She didn't "like" the music they did, dress like they did with the fancy bows, shiny shoes, etc. We had long discussions about what "types" of people she needed to invest her time and energy: Those people who love her heart, not what she does and "wears." After a few months, she became friends with those who hurt her, but she still keeps them at a very safe distance, and only allows the ones that aren't "surface" friends to know her deepest desires.
My sweet boy, Eli, too, has had his little friends hurt his feelings and he has retold stories over and over and over again about how he doesn't understand why they won't "play nicer" with him.
But, nothing like what you are about to read.
Now, for the constant, daily, pain. Lilah is stared at, kids point, parents rush by us in the grocery store like we have the plague. I hear their children ask questions about her eyes, her patch, her braces, how she looks, and the parents"hush" them and keep walking. I do my best to say, "Lilah is visually impaired. She cannot see like you and I do, but she is still a gift from God." I reassure the parents, who are obviously uncomfortable that their child asked the question, that Lilah wants and needs people to talk to her and that it is better to ask questions than stare, point, and make fun of her.
Recently, the dreaded "R" word has been said in my presence about my girl. "is she retarded?" My skin begins to boil. The kids in the girls school who point, whisper, and stare, and I hear the "retard" word again.