tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897608.post5567538190183482354..comments2023-11-05T04:38:53.549-08:00Comments on The Pages of Our Crazy Life: That's just lifeMeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964991488139631856noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897608.post-14564880002366792482009-04-29T10:23:00.000-07:002009-04-29T10:23:00.000-07:00I'm with Tanya. And ohmigosh- that is an awesome ...I'm with Tanya. And ohmigosh- that is an awesome pic! Love the freckles!!!mommy~dearesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07851309941513538983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897608.post-35428940816903868792009-04-28T23:56:00.000-07:002009-04-28T23:56:00.000-07:00What a cute face! And thanks for the reminder that...What a cute face! And thanks for the reminder that sometimes when people make a negative statement we need to just let it go (at least, that's what I got out of it. And needed to!)Tanya @ Teenautismhttp://teenautism.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897608.post-81735587957592758542009-04-28T18:35:00.000-07:002009-04-28T18:35:00.000-07:00I have a friend with a child with Cystic Fibrosis ...I have a friend with a child with Cystic Fibrosis (CF). When they were looking at colleges they were on a tour with a group of other interested people. Her son did not walk very fast as he would get out of breath. There was a group of boys behind them who started making comments about being stuck behind such a slow poke, a slug, a physically retarded person. She cringed... wanted to scream. Her son was devastated, but was used to comments. I pondered why shy did not say something to the boys... something guilt oriented such as explain the disease or that they would still be alive in 10 years while her son would not. But... she used all her strength everyday to support her son, make him the best he could be. The image of the boys, though, has stuck in my head.<br /><br />When my son was 4 we were stuck in the Las Vegas airport, having missed a connecting flight to Maine. 11 pm, Naturally, this airport was full of gambling machines, smoke and loud people and we were waiting in line after line hoping for the next flight. <br /><br />Our son was in a stroller and was half asleep with a pacifier in his mouth. He has autism and the pacifier is monumental in its ability to sooth him and stop meltdowns. The airline employee helping us (yet, it was after 11 pm) find another flight leaned down to our son and said in a VERY loud voice, "Aren't you a big boy? Why do you need a pacifier? Those are for babies, right?" and on and on. My husband and I were already exhausted and so stunned that we were wordless. Here was an autistic child who just missed a connecting flight, late at night, in a loud airport- yet he was sitting quietly in his stroller slurping on a binky. <br /><br /> I leaned over to the man and said, with a straight face, "It helps with the chemo". The man visibly blanched and helped us immediately find a new flight. <br /><br />I seethed over his 'need' to let us know we were too lenient and to be the one to inform my son that he was being a baby. <br /><br />Yet, in hind sight, who knows what battles he was having at home with a grandchild or someone else over the same issue. <br /><br />I do keep the 'chemo' comment in my mental readiness, just for situations that might help educate an insensitive person. Perhaps jolt them enough to contemplate that all is not as it appears.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897608.post-40888498897209474222009-04-28T12:03:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:03:00.000-07:00Brat? I certainly wouldn't say that by looking at ...Brat? I certainly wouldn't say that by looking at this picture or by knowing him the little that I do. Every child has issues and most are underneath and not something that can be seen. All three of mine have them, the 18 that I care for have them, but it is up to us as parents and providers to notice them and help them grow the best way we know how. You are a strong woman and a wonderful parent for both of your children. Keep up the good work and carry those children wherever they want to go!!! :-)Michelle Butticcihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02359941177417500489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897608.post-64813930020796843142009-04-28T04:50:00.000-07:002009-04-28T04:50:00.000-07:00I don't think I was upset so much about the autism...I don't think I was upset so much about the autism aspect as much as an adult saying something inappropriate which really hits a sensitive spot with me. When I was dating my husband in my college years, a woman came up to us at a steak restaurant and told him that she was surprised that I knew how to use a fork. Just because I'm Chinese I guess she assumed I only knew how to eat with chopsticks and that I didn't know how to speak English (which is the only language I know!). So I have little tolerance for ignorant adults and feel the only way to educate them is by responding. Thanks so much for a post that makes me think and encourages conversation!loonyhikerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05378360383088143368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897608.post-83702137114852271752009-04-27T21:43:00.000-07:002009-04-27T21:43:00.000-07:00Your blog generated a lot of discussion and isn't ...Your blog generated a lot of discussion and isn't that valuable in itself? It remains frustrating to find people who just don't know any better but maybe it is up to the rest of us to do that much more educating. Love all those little guys and girls!Momnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897608.post-62695972277296415052009-04-27T19:47:00.000-07:002009-04-27T19:47:00.000-07:00You know, I wanted to comment on your last post, b...You know, I wanted to comment on your last post, but didn't have words to say. Everytime I get 'the look' when Liam is throwing a tantrum in the floor and grunting/screaming/saying non-sense words, I think to all the times that perhaps I would see an older child do that and think "why in the world don't the parents teach that child to talk and behave right?". I feel kind of sick to my stomach then. I hope that, at least for me, Liam's speech problems will teach me patience and empathy toward others. Because you never know until you walk in someone's shoes for a while. You never know.<br />And nope, that beautiful boy definitely doesn't look like a brat to me! Hugs!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com