Last night at dinner I spilled a spoonful of taco meat into my
drink trying to make myself a taco. Kiana looked at me and said, "mom,
why didn't you ask for help?" Then she came over to my side of the
table, took one look at my glass, said "gross", and removed my glass
from the table and took it to the sink. Tim was at the stove frying up
more tortillas, took one look at the glass, and said, "what the heck?"
Kiana replied, "mom made a mess." She came back to the table and made
me a taco with all of the toppings. She's 5.
This
incident made me laugh. I laughed at myself, I laughed at my husband's
reaction, and I smiled at how sweet my daughter is. I know a few of my
close friends would have laughed too had they been at the table. Those
ones who are comfortable enough with my disability to know how to react.
To be able to laugh about it and say "gross", rather than get
concerned, or feel sorry, or want to "fix it", and knowing they won't
hurt my feelings by doing so.
