Almost the end of 2010. So let me say I hope for you the Happiest, Healthiest and Best New Year ever.
I would reflect on the year but I already do that at the time. If you don't save yer gripes up they won't rot on ya. Or something like that. Nothing like a pile o' rotting gripes. Ya can't do anything but put um in the trash and forget um.
But I so have a story to relate to you about our excursion yesterday to use the gift card (which is an oxymoron when the store is Walmart). But then you know Walmart and the people with all the holiday spirit of the Grinch's left big toe who work and shop there are some of my favorite chums ever. Wow, that was evil sounding huh? Good at least I am being succinct.
As I said my sister in law gave the kids a gift card and they were so excited to get to pick out something. And you know that meant we scoured every single toy on every single row. And for GK we looked at "just the right" kind of jeans. I love that they have a sense of what they like and don't. Well after we had found the sparkly retro boot cut jeans, hula hoop, and nerf football. I still needed to walk to the other end of the super store to get goodies for New Year's eve for us. On our way, Papa, alias SM told Ry to run to the garbage can at the end of the main aisle and wait for us. Ry so needs the confidence builders like doing a task and then feeling successful to boost his self esteem in social situations. We made sure no one was crowding the aisle and it looked like clear sailing.
Ry ran for all he was worth, got to the trash can, tapped it twice and turned to smile at us. As we approached, I saw two ladies were sitting on the bench next to the trash can and were engaged in conversation with a male employee. Before we got to him, the one woman in blue had yelled at Ry and taken his smile to a look of confusion. She then turned to her friend and the male employee and continued what I then heard in their conversation of a series of Hallelujahs and Amen brothers.
We turned the corner stopped and asked Ry if he was okay, he said yes (but I knew better) and continued down the aisle to our destination, with stops for "lookie at this" and "isn't that cool?". The more we walked, the more angry I got so when we crossed paths with the hallelujah woman in blue, I sent the kids and Papa on and stopped to have a chat with her. She was engaged still with the employee and her friend and they still were patting each other on the back verbally about their moral victories and beliefs. I walked up, did not excuse myself but rather said, (warning: Don't continue reading if you have a pacemakers or are faint of spirit, and you've been warned).
"I am going to be as rude to you as you were to my grandson. My grandson has a learning disability and we sent him on his run to boost his confidence and we were in control of his actions". She said, "well, he hurt my ears, I have sensitive ears" (strange I wonder what the yelling you did, did to your sensitive ears?) I said "I was very sorry that she had a disability but having such, she should understand his position as well and because she was an adult should be able to act like one and not berate a child as she had. And besides, I had overheard, like the rest of the Walmart that she was a Christian and having been a youth minister for 20 years understood the passage in the Bible that talks about suffer the little children should at least apply to this situation and certainly showed her lack of growth and knowledge in her faith". And she again said, "well I didn't know. I would have reacted differently if I had known he was affected. How could I have known? And I then said, "why should that even matter? I thought the Golden Rule applied to all not just some or the ones you know. And assured her I didn't think Jesus would have thought his own disability a reason to lash out and hurt a child. And walked away. She was yelling at me....."you can't blame me, I didn't know." And I thought to myself "AND???????"
When I caught up with my posse, GK wanted all the dirt, what a mess and Ry, squeezed my arm and asked me if I was okay. I told him I was fine and he smiled and said, "you love me huh Oma?" You beat your sweet cheeks I do buddy.
I didn't relate this to you to point out how rabid I am, or any religious bias but rather a shared human failing. We all need to be mindful of how we treat each other. We don't know what kind of poop the other person has stepped in just prior to our encounter with them. But I do have to be honest and say that even when I was involved in church ministry a million years ago, folks who go about touting their virtues based on their talk not their walk (hallelujahs and Amens) ................. frankly irk my chicken. As one of my fellow educators and a ministers wife, back in the day used to say as she drove and someone cut her off or offended her in some way, "bless you fool".
I hope I haven't offended any of you my lovelies, and I am not trying to give you a diatribe or a homily....just that I should wear a sign when out with folks who don't know.....Warning don't be ugly to my grands, this old broad is locked and loaded (not that kind) most of the time. And I need to stay out of Walmart. And as GK puts it, "my Oma sees all, hears all and torments all". Damn, GK's good.
Blessings, peace and safety to each of you for the New Year's festivities.
Don't forget that I am bringing a celebration of all things Wizard of OZ for you to join right after the New Year.