We are still sick here. So much so that I’m calling the ped tomorrow morning to discuss the fact that Eleanor has been on antibiotics for nearly 22 days and is still pulling on her ear. I’m then going to beg for a re-check BEFORE we leave to Georgia. I’d like to know if we’re looking at tubes in the New Year.
As a mom to two girls, I hear this everyday. I get stopped in the grocery store or wherever we happen to be out. I know that people want to mostly let me know that they see us and that the girls are fairly well behaved, but I wish they would talk about something other than their looks.
I find myself always reiterating to my girls that they are smart and kind, not just pretty. I want them to be good human beings, not pretty girls.
On another tangent all together, I was young when I was amputated. The “You’re such a pretty girl” comments stopped as soon as my hair fell out and my leg was gone. I mean, cold turkey stopped. I didn’t make this connection until reading the article, but they did. Am I no longer pretty because I have one-leg? Am I no longer valued as a woman because I have one-leg? When it is the only way society shows value to girls by objectifying them, those of us who are considered “abnormal” are left in the cold.
Instead of hearing how pretty I was I got the “You’re an inspiration” bit. I’m still not sure how to respond to that complement. Most of the time I just say I’m just living life, because I am. I am just making it a day at a time. I do what every other mom in the world does, I take care of my kids. I drive my SUV to school, I drag my infant on too many errands and pray she naps at some point in the day.
If I inspire you to pick up a pen and write a check to a childhood cancer research organization, AWESOME. If I inspire you to try and live your dreams, WAHOO. But, I’m still not sure that you aren’t just calling me pretty. Objectifying my disability in a way you know how.