Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Mom back to boy: "I think that he is more of a toddler, honey, not a baby."
Me: (thinking) "Dang. She noticed. Bummer." (I may have said "Bummer" outloud under my breath.)
How did he get to be not a baby so fast? I want to bottle up his littleness because it is so fleeting.
Despite our disbelief that he has grown so large before our very eyes, we are seriously adoring this one-year-old phase. Surely it can't get any better (though that's what I thought when he was a newborn, when he was 6 months etc. etc. etc.).
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I am currently working at a school in Granite School District(GSD) for two mornings a week (both mornings J is able to be home with Baby G because those are the days he goes straight to school instead of going in to work, so it has been a really fantastic situation). However, I am not employed by GSD. I am employed by The Elizabeth Academy, which I wrote about in a previous post. It is a private school, and since this is its first year and we weren't quite ready for our own place we teamed up with GSD. Anyway, the point is, that in the classroom (it is a preschool for typical children as well as kids with disabilities) there are at least two other adults at all times that are the GSD employees and they are technically the ones responsible for all the students in that class. I am there to work with the students that have special needs on a one on one basis, and I help a lot with classroom management as well. So, with that background, this is the important part.
Yesterday I had a small group of kids that I was working with. The other two adults were with the other half of the class on a walk to look for letters of the alphabet around the school. When they all came back one of the teachers came up to me with a disgusted look on her face and said (loudly enough for the students to hear), "We sort of have a problem with L's diaper." L is a five year old little girl with Down Syndrome, and she is not yet potty trained. I wasn't sure what she meant. I was like, "You mean she needs her diaper changed?" And the other two adults were all, "Uh yeah, and it smells really bad."
I was honestly shocked. I sat there for about two seconds looking at them and realized that each one was waiting for the other one to step up to the plate and offer to go change the diaper (it is supposed to be their job to do this since I am not even an employee of the district). Before either one relented, I got up, walked over and grabbed L's backpack, bent down and whispered to her that we were going to go change her diaper. The other teachers gave me looks of both relief and pity as L grabbed my hand and we walked into the hall. When we got into the bathroom there was a student in one of the stalls. We waited outside and looked at the fish until the student left so that L could have some privacy. Then as I changed her I quietly talked to her about her family and her dogs. When we were finished, I lifted her to the ground, we washed our hands and discreetly walked back into the classroom. As soon as we were back one of the other teachers asked, "Was it bad?" I pretended not to hear her.
So tell me, what is wrong with this picture? Are you as upset about this as I was? Let me let you in on why I am still fuming about this whole thing.
People, ALL people, deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. Even 5 year old little girls with Down Syndrome. L did not deserve to have the news of her dirty diaper being broadcast to the other kids in the classroom. That is embarassing to her. Clearly the other adults did not think that she would be aware of those social cues, but let me tell you, she is all too aware. She didn't need someone changing her diaper who was going to make her feel like a disgusting animal while they were changing it either. She knows she has a poopy diaper, and she knows that it isn't pleasant to change. She should NEVER be made to feel like she isn't worthy of having dignity. That is why I quietly talked to her while changing her. Trust me, she is uncomfortable with being naked on a table and having the contents of her diaper looked at. It is obvious. She deserved to be made as comfortable as possible in that situation. We slipped back into the classroom in a way that the other students wouldn't have even noticed that L was gone until one of the teachers had the nerve to ask how the diaper change had gone.
Are you kidding me? Do you really think that it is fair to L to sit there and discuss her diaper in front of the other kids? Are there really people in this world that think that just because someone has a disability they don't have the right to be treated with the same respect and concern any one else deserves?
In college I remember one of my professors (hi Katie!) saying something to the effect that the fight for equal treatment of people with disabilities will be the last civil rights battle we will all face. I think she was right.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
7 TV Shows I Love to Watch:
Playing in the fountains at Gateway in June '08 (back when Baby G was still a chubby legged baby. Check out RR's attitude pose in the background).
Thursday, October 09, 2008
"What, you mean you wanted your swimming suits inside this lovely organizing bin?"
#2) open the fridge (or let him open it) and get out as many grapes as he wants. I get bonus minutes if I let him throw and smash the grapes. To be honest, he usually gets both the dishwasher and the fridge (I am a sucker, I know, but I kind of like being able to cook dinner).Really child? You need to eat THREE plums at once? In order to achieve maximum juice drool on his shirt and the counter the answer is yes, yes he does.
So much for a freshly bathed, lotioned, and jammied (not really a word) baby ready for bed. Apparently some extra moisturizing was needed.
You'd think that having him actually STRAPPED to his father's body would prevent him from having access to things that would make messes. Nope, not him. A little wall plaster, anyone?This is precisely the reason that I have banned J from tying flies in our house. Those feathers, fur patches, and thread bobbins are too much to resist.
Have I mentioned how much I love this little boy?
It's a lot. A whole lot. Messes and all.
For you baby boy, for you I'll clean up all the days of my life.
Friday, October 03, 2008
"She's from Albania," he said. "She doesn't speak very much English, but she is zealous to work."
I still wasn't sure what this was all about. Zealous to work at what? So I just looked at her with nice eyes to let her know she could continue.
"No speak English lot, but I read? I read Bible?"
"Sure. You can read something from the Bible."
(a verse from the book of Revelation is read)
"Bible? See? You like?"
"Yes, I do like it. It's beautiful. I believe in the Bible."
(with giddy excitement) "Oh! You like! You like Bible?!"
(smiling and trying to match her enthusiasm) "Yes, I do! I like the Bible, too!"
I think it is safe to say that I won't be converting to her religion any time soon, but it was a lovely exchange with a kind, believing stranger that has left me a little more motivated to share her zeal in spreading my own Truth.