I hate bank line ups.
Even when there's no one in them.
But when there's ten people ahead of me ... it's almost unbearable.
It's time's like these I'm grateful for my chair. I just sit back and roll myself slowly forward. This is good especially today. I've not been feeling well for a couple of days and am only in the bank under duress. I feel victorious when the line in front of me is shorter than the line behind me. I like glancing back at the end of the line and thinking, "Poor sods."
It had to happen and it did. A child begins to tantrum. First a couple of quiet grumbles then a full on out and out screaming tantrum.
"Shut that kid ..." I begin to think as I glance towards the mother trying desperately to quiet the child ... umm ... the child ... ahem ... the child with Down Syndrome, "... up."
I didn't care.
It didn't matter that the kid had a disability ... 'shut up'.
I felt like an equal opportunity tantrum-hating line-stander-inner.
I noticed the others in the line up notice.
I saw them arrange their faces to look patient and understanding.
I set to wondering what they'd look like if it was a typical kid. I'll bed they'd be right annoyed. That they'd have the ... 'why don't you take parenting classes' look on their face. But here they practially beamed at mother and child.
You know, it's ok to be annoyed with a kid with a disability.
"That's a face that wouldn't raise funds," I thought as I the kids face contorted into bunches of anger and frustration.
Here's a shocker. I don't like all people with disabilities. Some of them that I've met I actively don't like. Can't stand the sight of. And some people with disabilities I like well enough but they can drive me crazy some times.
And that's OK. That's how it works.
Equal doesn't mean special. Equal means equal.
That kid and that mom had the right to be in the line up.
I had the right to be annoyed at the tantrum.
It's the tantrum that's relevant. Not the type of kid having it.
Mom did a decent job of settling the child down. Without giving in, I might add. The good behaviour wasn't bought ... I like seeing good parenting - primarily because it leads to quiet children in bank line ups.
What impressed me most about mom is that while the line-up was ready to tolerate "special" behaviour from a "special" child - she wasn't.
And neither was I.