tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post8951160616273242784..comments2024-03-29T03:43:45.977-04:00Comments on Of Battered Aspect: LunchDave Hingsburgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-5844253913497357112007-08-08T20:24:00.000-04:002007-08-08T20:24:00.000-04:00Then it was a great day, as you learned something....Then it was a great day, as you learned something. I always look at my days that way......that I learn something. Sometimes it is a good lesson, others are humbling.<BR/><BR/>I am a starer by nature....always have been. I could sit and stare at clouds and nature for hours and hours. I also like to watch people. When I was a young teenager, I would take the bus to New York City's Port Authority to [people watch] but had my shield [my artists sketch book] so I could watch and draw and not make people uncomfortable.<BR/><BR/>Now I find the stares to bring different emotions for me. Most time people stare at my duaghter because I think that they are trying to figure out exactly what it is about her that is 'different'.....so I look at it as a learning experience for them. When I was young, I very rarely so a person with Down syndrome in public....now as times have changed and our children are embraced and raised at home....we are out and about. Since she is still young, I pray that we never get negative stares or comments. If we do....I pray I have the guidance to respond appropriately.<BR/><BR/>I so enjoy reading your blog. Thank you for sharing your journey and insight. I learn from you each time I stop by to visit.<BR/><BR/>Peace, Tara MarieAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12628921554027431376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-35619890858551681852007-08-08T08:51:00.000-04:002007-08-08T08:51:00.000-04:00Even though that little boy wasn't actually starin...Even though that little boy wasn't actually staring at you, I really have had that stare quite a few times from children. I don't mind being stared at--although though I'm not a member of "the disabled classes." It might feel different if I were--I admit.<BR/><BR/>I'm so glad it's not the old days. Every now and again I meet the gaze and smile at those unblinking, big eyes looking up at me and wonder what they're thinking. I love children and I think that their stares are often less rude than they are just taking it all in and wondering.<BR/><BR/>I was a little shattered when one little girl asked, "What are those blue things around your ankles?" (spider veins, sweetheart), followed by, "Why don't you have any eyebrows?" (I thought I had put them on just fine that morning!:) )<BR/><BR/>But that's just the honesty and lack of filter that comes with children--and it's what I love about them.<BR/><BR/>Happy Wednesday everybody!Belindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09251920708783268740noreply@blogger.com