Making the decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~ Elizabeth Stone

Friday, March 21, 2014

Life Lessons... Painful though they be...


These are the moments in life that you will never forget, for better, or for worse. Elijah turned two years old last week. This is such an exciting time for him and for us. We have been looking forward to the day he turns two for the obvious reasons, but also because when he turns two, he is old enough to attend Noah’s preschool. Noah has been talking about this for months. Noah is so excited to have his baby brother at his school. Elijah adores his big brother and both Dion and I believe that Elijah will be much happier at school if his brother is there.

That having been said, having Elijah attend Noah’s school was easier said than done. I forget that people, not all people, are scared of little boys like Elijah. I guess I am so used to him that I forget that people may not be as inclined to work with a child like Elijah. That they may fear him simply because he is not like everyone else. That they see the scare down his chest as a sign of weakness, not a battle scar that should be warn proudly. They lack understanding, and instead of asking for the knowledge in order to understand, they judge and make up excuses. I forget these things sometimes and when they are shoved in my face I am so shocked, and hurt, that I retreat.

While I was fully prepared to get on this blog and blast the woman who made our lives that much harder last week, I am taking a different path. I am trying to be empathetic and understanding that this person who caused my family heartache is from a different generation and she acted out of fear. I need to learn to speak out and be aggressive in situations like this. I was so blindsided and I allowed myself to get run over. I didn’t speak out until it was almost to late. I need to know that this will happen again and that it is my duty, my charge, to be Elijah’s voice and to teach him that it is okay to have a voice himself. So instead of blasting a poor older woman who really just doesn’t know better, I am going to take this as a learning lesson. I am going to be the voice for my child.


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