Last week Lila and I were having a
Mommy/Daughter afternoon out.
We were in Target when I heard this:
"Dude, knock it off! You are such a retard!"
And before I could stop myself
I walked around the corner to
the next aisle where I saw 3 teenage boys.
I looked at them and said, "Excuse me".
They looked over at us.
I nodded my head toward Lila
who was in the cart playing with her Mobigo
completely unaware that anything was going on and said,
"Please don't say that word.
"Please don't say that word.
It hurts."
The three of them looked at Lila
then looked back at me and
one by one
they apologized.
they apologized.
Mission accomplished.
I wasn't rude to them.
I didn't belittle them.
I simply asked a favor.
"Please don't say that word."
The next time those boys think about
using the word "retard"
I hope they think about a little blonde girl
with pretty blue eyes.
I hope they remember the words her mama said.
And I hope they think of another word
to use in its place.
I'm not an argument waiting for a place to happen.
I don't walk around with a chip on my shoulder.
I'm not easily offended.
I definitely don't think this is the
most important battle I will fight on behalf of
people with disabilities.
I'm just a mom of two beautiful little girls
that I love more than words can express.
Right now my girls aren't even aware of the word.
That will soon change.
More than likely they will hear this word
being directed toward them more than once
in the course of their lifetime.
in the course of their lifetime.
It will hurt them.
I won't be able to protect them from being ridiculed
for something that is completely
out of their control
and that tears me up inside.
***
Retarded is a word I used to say quite frequently.
my car was retarded
my hair was retarded
my makeup was retarded
my boss was retarded.
I used the word without thinking
about what it really meant.
I used it without thinking about
how it would affect someone with cognitive delays
if they heard me say it.
my car was retarded
my hair was retarded
my makeup was retarded
my boss was retarded.
I used the word without thinking
about what it really meant.
I used it without thinking about
how it would affect someone with cognitive delays
if they heard me say it.
Then I had this precious little girl
and part of her medical diagnosis of Down Syndrome
was described as the most frequent
genetic cause of mild to moderate mental retardation.
And something inside me changed.
I stopped saying the word.
I started hearing the word differently.
and part of her medical diagnosis of Down Syndrome
was described as the most frequent
genetic cause of mild to moderate mental retardation.
And something inside me changed.
I stopped saying the word.
I started hearing the word differently.
All of a sudden the flippant use
of the word "retarded"
made me sad.
I realize that people don't mean anything personal
when they say the word retarded.
I realize they are not directly talking about my girls.
I don't think the word will ever disappear
I don't think I will be able to
convince everyone I meet
to stop using the word.
But I hope it makes you think
of the word "retarded"
made me sad.
I realize that people don't mean anything personal
when they say the word retarded.
I realize they are not directly talking about my girls.
I don't think the word will ever disappear
I don't think I will be able to
convince everyone I meet
to stop using the word.
But I hope it makes you think
of my girls when you think
of saying the word
retarded.
***
***
Retarded means slow.
Some thoughts running through my head are
slow to complain
slow to judge others
slow to be negative
slow to hold grudges
What about quick?
quick to laugh
quick to hug
quick to forgive
quick to love
quick to be loyal
quick to be kind
quick to be honest
quick to be grateful
quick to be generous
quick to be cheerful
quick to never give up
Some thoughts running through my head are
slow to complain
slow to judge others
slow to be negative
slow to hold grudges
What about quick?
quick to laugh
quick to hug
quick to forgive
quick to love
quick to be loyal
quick to be kind
quick to be honest
quick to be grateful
quick to be generous
quick to be cheerful
quick to never give up
For the sake of my girls, I'm asking a favor.
Please don't use the word retarded.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Thanks to Tiffani for this picture!
Well said and shared from a lovely perspective rather than an angry one.
ReplyDeleteGood job.
Perfect.
ReplyDeleteI love this and would like to share it. Your girls are beautiful and are blessed to have a mommy like you.
ReplyDeletePlease feel free to share this! Thank you so much!
DeleteI don't know why sometimes, blogger doesn't let me comment in the regualr format, so I will just have to go this route ..
DeleteBeautiful post. Honest and real. Lessons woven in every little paragraph.
I never hesitate to step in and educate and advocate when I hear the word used. I do it in a kind and non-judgmental manner. Sometimes I meet resistance and find people making excises or justifying their use of it, but no matter. I will, we will, just keep moving forward. Showing people the way, guiding by these beautiful children of ours.
The picture are gorgeous. Your girls such a blessing.
I shared :). I love this. It is exactly what I would want to say about the two little girls in my own house. Thank you for what you are doing for all people with Ds in sharing your thoughts in such a clear and compassionate way :).
ReplyDeleteLove love love this post. What an amazing mama these girlies have! Miss you guys!
ReplyDeleteLove this and love those girls!!!
ReplyDeletePerfect!
ReplyDeleteMaybe the boys will even take it one step further and request others not to say it...might be a stretch, but you never know!
ReplyDeleteThis was beautifully written. Actually brought tears to my eyes. I learned that lesson, myself, when I was about 9 and my Mom started dating a man who had a daughter was severely mentally retarded. She was part of our family, and it began to feel like a personal insult anytime someone would jokingly use the word. I'm now 36 and though Bonnie is no longer in my life, it's a lesson I carry to this day. Thank you for teaching it so well.
ReplyDeletebeautiful...I had the same revelation when I started working with mentally disabled adults in Chicago...it also brought to light calling things "gay"...but your post explains the way I feel about it all exactly...they are lucky to have you in their lives...showing them they are the most precious treasures on this earth
ReplyDeleteThanks I am guilty of using this word. I am sorry. I hope I never hurt a mother and child before. I am sorry ( i have tears in my eyes) . Your kids are so pretty and that you for making a point with out blowing up. Not sure if the shoe was on the other foot if I would be able to the same.
ReplyDeleteLaura
Simply and perfectly said!
ReplyDeleteRock on, Mama! a beautifully, perfectly written post
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