We had basketball today. We traveled to Oak Lawn. I dropped Sal off at the bus and then Daddy, Jack and I met her at the game. We got a little lost and thought we were late until we saw the bus pull in after we did. :-)
I've been told that God gave me Sal for a reason - that I was patient and flexible - to some extent I have bought that. But watching the game today - I don't understand why God gave some of the players to the parents they have. There was yelling and chastising!!!!! I guess at the last game I didn't sit close enough to anyone that I saw or heard any of this - but this time - oh my. It was like a couple of parents we had at Little League. Uh people - I got news for you - your child will NEVER be the numero uno!!!!! Special Needs is just THAT - there's a REASON your child qualifies for the program. And the really cool thing is that just DRIBBLING is a huge deal. I don't see your butt out there being a coach or a player. Damn - I just wanted to get up and very nicely slap a certain couple of parents right across the face.
Sally was hysterical. Standing EXACTLY on the square which she was told and just standing there. We all wore our "I Love Jaguars" shirts. She was pleased.
I told my sister the other day - I just don't see eye to eye with many Special Needs parents. I expect WAY more than they do in the form of behavior (ie: doing what Sal CAN to behave and follow rules) but for a GAME I do NOT expect her to do THAT well. For her to run up and down the court appropriately, that's enough for now. We'll work on other things - but it's NOT the end all be all. I can't stand parents that "coach" from the sidelines when it comes to "regular" children let alone when it comes to special needs. And I have a sneaky suspicion that the time is coming where I will confront these parents because I have a feeling that at some point they will yell at Sal and then - ------ Well, watch the Momma lion come out. To use a phrase I've stolen from a good friend "I will have to go Nam on them". :-)
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