I took E shopping with me today. Just a few stops at the mall, including the unnecessarily expensive necessary Santa shot, but that’s another post.
In between errands we took a break for some lunch. E was staring at the man beside us, who was in a wheelchair. He was sitting with his wife. Instead of telling Everleigh not to stare, I thought this could be a good lesson on acceptance.
So, I asked her what she was looking at. She said, “that big boy in that chair.” I responded by telling her that some people need special equipment to get around, which is perfectly ok because we all deserve to go to the mall. (Gag, I know. But it’s what I came up with on the fly.)
As we picked up our bags to leave, we said “Merry Christmas” to the woman and man. The woman’s response, which was snarky at best: “I thought she was a boy until I saw her skirt. You have her dressed in blue!” (Head shakes in disgust.) I’m not even kidding. I was floored.
Had she smiled instead of scowled, I’d have thought, “Ok. I’ll let this slide. She doesn’t know any better.” But she was hitting below the belt by insinuating with her scowl that I was doing my little girl some inexplicable harm by dressing her in blue. Which is why I replied with gritted teeth to this ignorant woman who clearly didn’t know the meaning of acceptance: “Only the colour of Royalty for my little lady” and we went on our merry way.
Have I mentioned how much I hate the mall during Christmas?