About Me

I am giving in to this voice in my head saying start blogging. I am in my 30's and have a wonderful husband who I adore and love. And we have been blessed with 4 wonderful children. I love being a stay at home mom!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

We are different yet the same

This is not going to be a continue of my story, well maybe it is in a way.  One of my pet peeves in life is people who are judgemental and impatient when we all make mistakes or have some type of disabilities.

My daughter and I went to a girl scout camp out and seeing all the differences in the girls and moms made me wonder why as human beings we are so quick to judge each other.   These girls were all in second and third grade. There were a few girls there who stick out in my mind.  First,  two of the girl scout helpers seemed like they had some mental disability, but they played and interacted great with the little girl scouts and the little girls never question that the older girls were different.  I was walking down the stairs behind another brownie girl scout and notice that she was going really slow and did not walk down the stairs "normal".  She was walking down them like a toddler would both feet on one step the on the the next step the same way.  When we got to the bottom she had a slight limp.  I am not sure what was wrong with her and none of the other girls seemed to notice.  My two girls will have challenges that are not the normal challenges in life. 

My oldest was diagnosed with Hashimoto's disease last April.  This is a thyroid disease at is easy to manage and extremely rare in children. Only one in 1,000 kids have this disease, but because her thyroid was over compensating for so long and her labs where coming back normal when something was really wrong it has caused her to be really tiny.  Her 4 1/2 year old sister is almost as tall as she is, and she is 8 years old.  You can tell in the picks that are posted.  And this has also caused her brain to be fatigued and she struggles a lot in school and being able to focus.  I am worried about this because I struggled in school because I missed so much school because of cancer and felt that I was not smart and felt left out alot.  I just don't want her to be judge by her size or struggle to need more time to learn things.

My middle daughter was born with Strabismus, crossed eyes.  We first tried to fix it with patching the eye 8 hours a day when she was 4 months old.  By the time she was 7 months she had her first surgery and 2 weeks before her 1st birthday she had surgery #2. And in glassed just before she turned 2  Then her eyes started to "wonder and float up the the corner" so we when in for surgery #3.  And here we are again a age 4 1/2 and we were patching 10 hrs. a day but have backed off because she showed improvement.  We are trying to keep her out of the O.R. for a 4th time.  We are not doing the surgeries because we want her eye to be perfect so no one will make fun of her we are doing to try and save her eyesight in her left eye. 

I have spoke of 5 people who all have a different kind of challenge in their life yet this makes them all the same.  We all have our strength and weaknesses. So next time you get  upset at the waitress because she is not waiting on you as fast a you want or the car in front of you just cut you off. Think about some of your own faults.  Maybe what they are doing is not intentional. I truly try to see the best in people. We should all accept one other no matter our difference of opinions on how to raise our children or which church we may or may not belong to, or if which school we send our kids to.  It doesn't really matter as long as they are being taught love a kindness.

I am going to stop there because I could ramble about this all night and  I don't feel this is one of my better post.  Maybe I should just stick talking about my hubby and kids.

1 comment:

  1. This is one of your best posts. That is the beauty of the blog, you just get out what is on your mind. I never had any disabilities growing up, I just wasn't the popular kid my family was poor, I didn't have the right clothes or the right hair. I got made fun sometimes. I tend to go the other direction when I see kids who are different. I always compliment kid's glasses bc I wore glasses when I was little. I feel drawn to the "different" kids, prob bc I always felt different.

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