To the mom at story time today:
I know you. I recognized you right away. I watched you direct your "calmer" child to the circle of children and then situate yourself and your more "active" daughter just outside the circle, allowing for a little room while still being part of the group.
I know your kids. I know your daughter who was rolling on the ground and making strange noises after a couple minutes. I know she couldn't help it and she wasn't just being a brat or intentionally disruptive. I know your other daughter, too. I immediately recognized the acceptance in her manner when you separated from her and the group to sit with her sister.
I know the library worker. The one who sheepishly but assertively whispered to you about 10 minutes into the story time that your daughter was being disruptive and needed to removed. I saw the set of her jaw, the black or white in her eyes.
I know your story. I didn't need to clearly hear your plea to let your daughter try to be apart of story time because I already knew what you were saying. I know your desperation to give your daughter the normal experiences her sister and peers get to have every day. I know your hope for sympathetic staff and accepting friends and parents.
I know that look. The one of resignation and disappointment you wore as you and your daughter quietly exited the room. The passing glance your other daughter threw back as you left, unsurprised and unfazed. The uncomfortable look on the staffer's face. The embarrassed or judgmental looks the other mothers leveled as you dragged your quietly moaning daughter out of that room.
I have no idea who you are, but I know you. And it broke my heart today to see you.
Brought a little tear to my eye.
ReplyDeleteOh. This is beautiful and sad and so, so familiar.
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