I really admire anyone who volunteers their time to help out with mentally challenged.
I really admire parents with children who are mentally challenged. They have so much strength, love, and patience. (oh my god I am getting so teary eyed right now, writing this down) it makes me realised I know I am not ready to be a parent, ever.
This afternoon, two families with challenged children came in – different times.
The first one was a grandmother with her grand daughter. The girl was having a fit because she wanted a toy with her meal. She wanted to show her Grandmother which one she wanted, and could she please come and see it.
Her grandmother was busy ordering.
That wasnt the problem.
The problem was the two women (parents) who were sitting at the table right by the toy display. They were laughing, pointing at the little girl, mocking her voice and making fun of her.
I was so outraged. They were Mothers! have some compassion!!!
When the girl went into the playroom with her grandmother, I said very loudly. “Its kind of ridiculous that full grown ass women who can barely parent their own children are making fun of little child. Very mature!”
They both looked at me. The blond (who is a whole lot of whackadoodles) glared at me. I smiled.
Then pointed to the play room, where their children were climbing the treehouse. “Oh my god!” her friend exclaimed.
The other family came in, and the mother finished ordering for her husband and her daughter, when she asked her son what he would like.
“I dont know what its called.” he replied.
She asked him to look at the menu.
“I dont know what its called.” he snapped.
I could feel my impatience nipping at me. The one thing I dont like is when a parent gives a child an option, but the child wont take it. Dont ask the child. Order for the child, and if he doesnt like it, tough shit! Eat it or starve.
“Do you want a big mac, a quarter pounder?”
“I dont remember what its called.” he told her.
I gestured to the menu, and told him which burger it was.
“Its not on the menu board!”
The mother was getting upset. “Well, I have to feed your sister. Go get your father! He can order for you!”
The father orders for him, and it was poutine. Really? It was on the menu board.
What softened my attitude towards the kid was how he treated his sister. So gentle.
When I was off work, I was so happy to see my niece.
However when she started to throw her temper tantrum, crying and shouting at me and my sister. I almost wanted to burst into tears. Why does she hate me so much? cause that was what it felt like.
I got so tired, of having people being so angry at me, so negative. Especially Kaileigh. I felt so defeated.
“Kaileigh, I deal with grouchy grumpy people! I dont want to deal with your attitude today! This stops now!” I was so serious that she fell silent.
She settled down moments later. “I love you Kaileigh. You are my dear heart.” I said to her.
She smiled at me.
“I need a hug, Kaileigh.” I told her. “To make me feel better.”
I went to hug her, and the imp pulls her scary face. I laughed so hard. “Did I scary you, auntie?”
I hugged her tight.
Her hug made me feel better.
Parents really have the patience of Job.