Thursday, January 16, 2014

Needed to share...

Dear Readers,

I hope you have had a good week. :)

I have to get up on my soapbox for just a moment tonight, if you don't mind...:) 

I had a hair appointment today. I sat down beneath a dryer next to two girls who were also getting their hair done. As I read my book, I overheard parts of their *very loud* conversation. At one point one of the girls was talking about this guy she thinks is cute. The other girl's response was, "Eww no! He looks like a retard!" 

Needless to say, I was fuming. I continued to sit there, thinking of what to say to convince them that using that word is wrong. They continued to casually toss the word around, however, and so it just got to where I had to get up and walk away, before I yelled that they needed to shut up right that minute. Or something to that extent. 

The raging fire they sparked on has since calmed to a deep, deep sadness. Those girls could have been sitting next to a mother whose child was recently diagnosed with special needs. She would have walked out of that salon wounded, and with a vision of the future for her child that included peers bullying him. 

I know those girls aren't an isolated case--I know teenagers (and adults, too) use that word all.the.time. 

They can't imagine how hard it is for that mama to face an inaccessible world, any way, without their painful jests.

They can't imagine what it is like to be the one being called the "R" word. 

They can't imagine what it is like to have to wake up every morning and fight the world's stigmas and preconceived notions about who you are just because you look a little different.

Because if they knew, they wouldn't say it. 

That word is not okay to use. You may say, "Why should someone take offense? I'm not talking about THEIR kid." 

But when you decide to use a word that has historically been used as a medical term for the disabled as an insult, you are insulting all people with disabilities. Even if you didn't mean it that way, I assure you--that is how it sounds.

Families who have kids with special needs have a lot on their plates. After a day of appointments and surgery scheduling and therapies, they don't need your verbal abuse to add to their load.

I'm not going to ask you to use a different word, because no one deserves to be talked about the way those girls were talking about that boy today. Don't just choose a different word--make the choice to lift others up, instead of tearing them down.

Your Blogger,

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

There was a little girl...

Mason, me, Benjamin
There once was a little girl who only wanted to wear dresses.

Her mom sewed her dresses, year after year, because this is all she would wear.
 With ruby red slippers, of course.

Despite the freezing temperatures of Minnesota's winter, this stubborn child had to wear something that swirled.

Channah on Reece's Rainbow

Eventually this little girl got older and decided she could tolerate jeans every now and then. ;)
One day, though, she saw a little girl's profile on Reece's Rainbow that transported her right back to the past. 

This little girl's profile noted that she loves wearing dresses. That little girl is Channah, and her picture is above. Isn't she simply beautiful in that dainty little dress of hers? 

I smile to think of her, loving dresses just like me. 

Friends, Channah has a family coming to bring her home from that orphanage!

They are going to bring her home to a  life full of love and hope...and the chance to wear dresses every single day if she so chooses. :) 

But they can't do it alone! Her family is planning an auction to fundraise...would you be willing to donate any items to this auction? It could be anything, handmade, store bought, lightly used...
 Leave a comment and I'd love to help you send it to Channah's family. 

Here is a link to her profile on Reece's Rainbow:

More important than any donation, however, are your prayers. Please pray for this precious girl as she waits...and pray for her family as they work to bring her home.

Thank you, wonderful Readers!! 
Your Blogger,