Being a horse person my whole life, I was never one to babysit - or want anything to do with kids for that matter. I have enough horsey stuff going on in my life, I don't need a kid to go along with it. I'm only 16, so I wouldn't want a kid anyway, but I just can't see myself being happy with a child. But I suppose things could change.
I personally know one parent who has a special needs child. She is an amazing person. She does absolutely everything with this child. He couldn't have a better life, regardless if he could walk or not. She sticks up for him and loves him like no other. She deserves more than the world could give her.
So the event of the day....
It was about 9 or so, and I was just getting to the grocery store after a day of barn chores and training session with a pony (whos story you may read here ) and my new 6 year old TB. Of course I'm with my mom wearing breeches, a tucked in shirt with a belt and tennis shoes. Which in a horsey area would be accepted. But not in my suburban community. A girl was walking around the produce section stomping and making loud noises near an older gentleman, who I presume is her father or guardian. Many people were staring (my community consists of many self absorbed stuck up assholes, by the way) but he was not phased. He stayed with the girl, who I'm guessing was 13 or 14, but acted about 3. I'm not sure what mental disabilities troubled her, but she seemed happy, just immature. I'm sure I could have handled the situation on a good day when I wasn't stressed or anything. But this father was absolutely calm. He was happy in fact. He watched the girl while he continued to put food into his cart. She pointed out some fruit (loudly, might I add) and started to scream and laugh. He chuckled with her, and asked her what color it was. I couldn't hear her reply, but I'm assuming she was right because she was still happy. I passed them a few more times and the man and the girl just seemed so calm in such an obnoxious and busy store.
I couldn't stop thinking about it the entire night. If I had to deal with something like that all day every day, I'd lose my marbles. I envy this man. Though he's a stranger, he is a hero
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