Thursday, January 14, 2010
Play nice or I'll pop you one!
This post is dedicated to all those professionals out there that directly effect the livelihood and well being of our children.
Yes. It's dedicated to the doctors, nurses, teacher, teaching assistance, guidance counselors and the other numerous individuals who grace our presence daily with their need to do nothing more than conform our children into a mass quantity of duplicated individuals.
They'll laugh alike
They'll walk alike
Some times they'll talk alike
But at least then they'll fit neatly into some predesigned slot for them allowing them to have no creative juices to have to deal with.
As someone who was put down, called stupid and didn't meet the expectations of these predetermined deadlines in their life, it only makes me angry when I see this now happening to my son.
All of you professionals that are supposed to "help" my son - that is what you're supposed to do - you are NOT supposed to look down on me because my child isn't doing cartwheels at 15 months. It doesn't mean he's autistic - he's bored. I know him really, really well - you're going to have to take my word for it.
This week has been an homage to all sorts of stupid.
Tonight I do 3 hours of yoga, then I will drink some wine and I will sleep.
Tomorrow I will play with my son, and the next person that insinuates there is something wrong with him will have to deal with 110lbs of me kicking their butts...