Saturday
my family went to a big gallery event for a wonderful program called
Pablove, they pair up
mentor photographers with kids with cancer to give them an artistic voice to
express themselves. Gabriel participated in the program and had one of his
photographs in the exhibit.
During the silent auction he made friends with a woman who was stalking a
photograph by a famous artist hoping to get the final bid. She was very funny
and nice and chatting it up with Gabriel.
While having this conversation a funny, as in strange, thing
happened....
this woman found out he was homeschooled and decided to quiz him,
you know to see how smart he really is.....
she asked him, what is 2+2?
Out of the blue, having a wonderful conversation and he gets tested.
He is 16 and she asked him this, at an art show where his work is
displayed.
He didn't answer her so she decides to help him out and holds up her fingers for him to count. I step in reluctantly and say history is his thing. Reluctantly, because he and I have been working on these type of situations.
I am trying to teach him to say
things like,
"Damn girl, why you gotta be like
that? I thought we were just having a good time, I didn't know there was a requirement to
talk, bitch."
But he won't. He always tries to be polite first.
Another funny thing happened when I politely tried to educate her on a
better, more appropriate question to ask a 16 year old. I quickly learned she
was clueless or had one too many glasses of wine.
She asked me if he was a Savant.
I spent the next 30 minutes looking at the ground. Here is what I saw
through the lens of my old camera.
Last week I got tested too. Yeah, it seems many people in the Down syndrome (Ds) club have the mindset members aren't allowed to voice an opinion unless you have
earned it through the resume club. No, I need to be totally honest here, you are allowed to speak,
just be ready to be attacked and questioned about your resume for Ds. if you dare speak out.
Back to the ground I went, looking for
strength and I started thinking about my week, how draining it was and how I was looking forward to this time of creativity.
In the past few weeks, I have received many emails from men and women in the
upper echelon of our Ds politics ridiculing me for questioning the culture
within, by asking me things like "what exactly have YOU done?"
and "how dare you say this?" and "Do you know what I have done, while you scream and point fingers?"
and "how dare you say this?" and "Do you know what I have done, while you scream and point fingers?"
Then every single one proceeded to share
with me their resume.
So while I was looking at the ground it came to me....and I looked up...
You know what?
Mama don't play that game. Mama done had this baby and now you wanna shut
me up? Nope. Not gonna happen.
I will continue to talk the way I talk.
But today, I am not talking to you
pole climbers,
Today, I am saying this to the Mama's, and
the Daddy's too.
You know who you are. Stop looking at the ground thinking this is where you
belong, looking down, being polite. I
just want to say this, and I have nothing on a resume other than being a
Mama.
Being a Mama is enough!
We have done everything we need to do to be a part of this club. We have a
right to question whatever we want, to and about, an organization that carries
the face of our children as their moniker.
Mama is gettin' all riled up now,
Mama says, 'lil Mama's you go on now and say what you need to say without
letting some pole climber with different shoes than yours tell you you can't talk.
Don't you let somebody tell you your shoes ain't good enough...
some Mama's don't even have no shoes.....and that's alright...
Mama is preaching now and she says.....
We are all Gods creatures, big and small and that there is the point.
Mama is looking up now and she says,
Hey you, up there on that pole, you
got some big ol' buggers in your nose. You better clean that up, cause that there
is nasty.
