The world can be mean.
With that said, I make a point to not tear others down in my blog…unless you are a handicapped parking spot violator…then it is my life mission to embarrass you and make you wish your legs didn’t work. Being lazy isn’t cute. Harsh but true.
Anyway, back to my point. I am breaking my rule. In the spirit of a good story and a new perspective, I think it’s worth it..?
Last week I was on our local show The Morning Blend with another gal who has a disability. Our segment had a Mother’s Day theme and offered some insight on what it’s like to be a mom who uses crutches or a chair to get around. I liked to think it was an inspirational piece on motherhood, embracing small victories and living the life you were given to its fullest. I was pumped for the show and to finally meet Becky.
We were sitting in the Green Room watching the show begin on
the TV screen. Sipping coffee, having our first encounter small talk and joking
about how we wore black to trick the viewers that we were skinny.
Another guest appeared in the doorway. For a second all I saw was bright pink. It was Miss WI. She came strutting in with
her clear bedazzled crown case in hand, silver sash and hair/make up posse. I’m
pretty sure a faint OMG or even a WTH slipped out of my mouth.
I sat back, drank my coffee and soaked her in. She insisted on a tall chair so she could get done up in front of the Green Room lights and mirror. They fussed over her and put about 50 coats of mascara on while she talked about botox, her sister’s bad lip job and the
journey to being beautiful.
She pretty much pretended we were invisible and perched on the chair gazing in the mirror and talking to her crew. Somewhere in all the chatter I heard her mention wanting to inspire girls.
I wanted to barf. Her sheer presence tainted the
good mojo in our room. I hated that I let her get under my skin.
We started the morning excited about how we had a view that could change and inspire others to embrace the skin they were in and be
thankful for things they might rightfully take for granted. Under the twinkle and light reflecting off her crown, lip gloss and sash our story began to seem lame. Who were we kidding? It was like I was transported back to middle school and needed out of that room fast.
No worries. I found myself before our segment was up.
I was sitting next to a lady who oozed with determination and a good heart. She raised two kids from a wheelchair. Trained her body to not go to the bathroom at work because there is no assistance. Imagine the coffee we drank, the pre-TV nerves and not being able to go…
She mastered life, college, a family and has a classroom of her own “kids” that occupy her day when she puts on her teacher hat.
I thought about people who try harder when things are not easy. Who pave a new course when the traditional path doesn’t work. The detour ends up being filled with unexpected victories and good people. Yeah, it may take longer and you are almost out of gas by the time you get there but the stories and adventure are so worth it.
So long story short – the ironic placement was eye opening. I’m guessing it was missed by everyone except two girls who would eagerly cash in any good skin, full lips or beauty for the chance to walk unaided, carry babies on our hips, push a shopping cart while talking on our phones and dance through life. a new course when the traditional path doesn’t work. The detour ends up being filled with unexpected victories and good people. Yeah, it may take longer and you are almost out of gas by the time you get there but the stories and adventure are so worth it.
So in a weird way I was inspired by her. I felt really lucky to have that perspective.