Our Day At the Park
Saturday, we took our daughter to the park to play. Jaina, my step-daughter, is a nearly eleven year old with Down Syndrome. She is very friendly. She spotted a group of girls playing basketball, probably between the ages of 8-10. She politely asked the three girls if she could play too. They gave looks of disgust and turned their noses up at her. My little girl was heart-broken (and this still eats at me). Basketball is Jaina's favorite sport. I was across the way, feeding my son and didn't notice too much (because if I did, I would have talked to the parents about this). I came to find out, from my hubby, the parents were present and witnessed the whole event, yet did nothing!
I have a cousin with Williamsons disease (much like Downs), a mentally challenged and mentally-ill little sister, and my mother was born with only her right arm. I also have a niece who is mentally delayed as well as a nephew. I suppose we were used to it growing up so we never shunned those with disabilities and were very accepting to them. In fact, I feel more comfortable around those that are.
It has me thinking, what are we teaching our children these days? To avoid those who are different? Because one's mind is wired differently? Because one's skin color is darker or lighter? Because one uses wheels to get around or lacks a limb or two or more?
What are you teaching or will you teach your children?