Beth Hersom was an experience childcare provider by the time she had her first child. She thought she was well prepared for motherhood, but was thrown for a loop when she suffered from post-partum depression. Now mother of three, she has learned that life is a constant learning process, and there is always something new around the corner.
In her blog, Joyful Catholic Mom, she shares her thoughts and the lessons she is learning as she watches her girls grow. The entry below is her open letter to other parents regarding how they deal with her daughter Sarah. Her condition is immediately noticeable, and children are wont to stare. As a good parent, you might reprimand your child for being rude. Beth wants you to stop, and when she explains why, I was taken aback. A true eye opener, I know this will change how I deal with my daughter's curiosity and apprehension of people who look different.
What do you think? Share your reaction to Beth's letter in our comments section.
Dear Moms and Dads:
I want to talk about something uncomfortable. It has come to my attention that many of the best among you are making a big mistake. I understand. I was too, two years ago.
My daughter has a rare genetic syndrome, called Apert syndrome. When she was a baby, the plates in her skull fused together. That meant that there was no room for her brain to grow, and she needed surgery right away to relieve pressure. Her head is larger than average. When she was born, her fingers and toes were fused together. She has had the first surgery to separate her fingers, so now her thumb and pinkie are released. She has a tracheotomy, so she cannot talk yet. Because of various complications, she has spent a significant portion of her young life in the hospital. She is developing muscles that she needs to sit up on her own and to walk. She will do these things, but for now she is in an adaptive chair. My beautiful girl stands out.
I already have to teach my girls that some people are just mean and you cannot let it bother you. I already have to teach my girls that loving people who are mean is part of what it means to be Christian. I am trying to teach them that most people are good, and that is where you come in.
When I take my little girl out, we see all kinds of reactions, but the most natural, the most genuine, the most common, is the reaction we see from most kids. They look. Some are puzzled. Some worried. The most adventurous of them ask questions. Almost all of them are curious.
Staring is rude. Pointing is rude. You know this. You are embarrassed by your child because they are pointing or staring. You shush your child and pull them away quickly, and I know you are doing it to save my feelings, but my feelings are not so fragile and your action is doing real damage. You are teaching your child to be afraid of what they do not understand. I bet that most of you have short conversation about diversity and not staring later; you are good parents after all. I would like to challenge you to have the conversation right there. Put a smile on. Say hello. Introduce yourself and your child. I will introduce myself and my children. Your child will ask questions. Likely the same questions you would want to ask, but you feel rude highlighting the differences, even when they are obvious.
Here is the thing: kids categorize. They need your help, and maybe mind, to make sure Sarah gets into the right category. They ask questions to figure out how things fit in their world. When you don't let them ask their "rude" questions, you confirm my daughter as "other." Believe it or not, every kid I have met who was allowed to ask as many "rude" questions as they liked, learned in just minutes to see my daughter as I see her. She is just a kid.
She loves lollipops. She laughs at her granddad. She has favorite music. She is going to school this year. Her favorite color changes all the time. Today it was green. She has a younger sister and an older sister. Her favorite TV show is Veggie Tales. She is Daddy's punkin and Mommy's sweet pea. She will absolutely charm you with her wide, blue eyes.
Imagine what my daughter sees. A sweet face unable to look away from her. Pointing. Then an adult pulls the child away, consciously avoiding looking at her. Now imaging that this happens over and over again. She is a bright little girl, and this is very hurtful.
At the very least you can model the behavior you wish your child had shown. Make eye contact with her and smile. Anything less and it won't matter what you say about diversity later. Your kid and my kid both got the same message from your embarrassment: She is "other." She is something, not someone. The initial fear was confirmed. I will take rude questions over that hurt any day.
I am not accusing. I know it is hard.
There are nasty bullies in the world. We will get over that. We will get over the stares and the pointing from people who should know better. We will get over the nasty comments. We will get over the name calling. We will get over it because, as I told my older daughter, no matter how many people cannot see past her differences Sarah is surrounded by people who love her. People who see her. And she is amazing.
Kids are not mini adults. They are astounding little people. They are curious and open and full of wonder. You can teach them to see a child like them when they see my precious girl who looks different and rides in a wheelchair. You can teach them to see her as a potential friend. Or, you can teach them to be afraid. It is your choice. I won't judge. Like I said, I was you and I did not know how to act either. You don't have to be one of the people who love her- though honestly, you absolutely will if you give yourself half a chance- but please, be one of the people who see her. Teach your kids to see her. Please.
***Published with permission from Beth Hersom. You can read more of her postings on her blog page, Joyful Catholic Mom