Musingly

While I have to stick with my firm belief in limiting government control over our lives as much as humanely possible, I have to say, if there is one area in which a secret side of me mutters about somebody needing stopped, it's in parenting. Of course that's the biggest slippery slope of them all, and no, I don't really want government having much of a say in who can have children and what they have to do with them, but man, sometimes I think it would be nice if people had to pass at least a basic quiz before they could procreate. Meanwhile there are SO many families wanting children that can't have them, and SO many children needing families that can't have them, and so many babies aborted while so many families wait years if ever to adopt babies. What a mess.

An SMA friend of mine named MJ was out and about yesterday at the mall, when a little girl asked her mom "what's wrong with HER?" pointing to MJ in her wheelchair. Her mom informed her daughter that "She (MJ) was a very bad girl" and whisked her away quickly. I bet Mom thought that was really clever. I'd like to pull aside Mom and have a little chat with her. MJ has the kindest heart, which you can clearly see just by looking at her eyes, and to...diminish...her that way, dismiss her physical differences and appearance as something very bad and a bad that she deserved, even as a "joke", especially to a kid young enough to be left with the impression that it's true, well, I'm still angry. Some people.

Well, today was pretty uneventful, as any day after Oshkosh will seem to be for awhile I'm sure. :) A little work, a few errands, Fried Chicken Friday at Glenndale's lunch, and after I got down from a ride in KS, I found that Kaylee had headed to Noblesville with her friend Maggie. She had a lovely few hours down there playing, and on the drive home we had lots of time to chat about life. I have a feeling that it won't be very long from now when I will miss hearing her little voice in the back seat telling me all about this and that, even though sometimes now I wish there could be a little quiet. :)

I was thinking at Oshkosh that in just four short year she will be twelve years old. A pre-teen, with probably an entirely different outlook up there. Maybe bored, no longer wanting to play on the hill, not that thrilled about airplanes, "nothing to do", not interested in the fire, our friends, or the show. We potentially only have a few more years of this happy innocence at "camping" as a family at this event. It's a strange and disquieting thought, and I hope that's not the case. This year she said she wants to come here forever, and that when she's married she'll drag her husband and kids up there too. I just hope she does enjoy it with us for awhile to come. :)