Yesterday my dad took Faith to the ribbon cutting of a special sports field and playground facility that is dedicated solely towards children with special needs and handicaps. The baseball field is synthetic turf so it's easily accessible for wheelchairs or other motility enhancing devices. There is a playground that is also wheelchair assessable (and it's a pirate ship- how freaking cool is that?!).
Phil Neikro was at the ribbon cutting and was autographing baseballs, hats, shirts, photos, etc. Faith got to meet him and have some photos made with him. She didn't really fathom who he was, but she understood why he was there (to use his fame to promote something positive for the community).
This whole conversation leads into why children have handicaps. All I could really tell her, without going into a long drawn out genetics talk or trying to explain chromosomes or even that sometimes things happen to children born able bodied and they become handicapped or something of the sort, I just told her that some children are chosen by God to be different than we are.
Perhaps later I will elaborate on all of this with Faith, but without prior thought this is all I could produce as an explanation.
Did I handle this right gang?
--The Milk Maid says do the fandango with fancy jewelry!
11/13/08
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You handled it great! I'm not sure how I would've answered, but you did great. :)
You were spot on! My little boy and I volunteer every year to be part of the winter special olympics. He has been going so long that he no longer remembers that there is "something different", but obviously he knows. He also knows that those people have the biggest, most amazing hearts... Kudo's to you on your response!
You answered that question just fine girl.
You did fine don't worry.
Nice work, MM. Seriously, good call.
hey lady.
i won't be doing any traveling any time soon, unfortunately. sorry!!
I think you answered it awesome!
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You handled it Beautifully, A! Way to go, Mom!
I think that's a great start. I'm trying to figure out how I'll tell our kids that God doesn't hate their two mom's or them just because other people say our family is wrong. What a shitty thing to have to do.
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