The letter M isn’t very commanding on its own. An E flying solo has very little influence. But when united in a word, they become powerful. I’m aware that I talk more than the average person and I don’t even say half the things I’m thinking at any given moment. I suppose this is why I enjoy blogging–it’s like a shunt, releasing the pressure of the words in my head.
Words are beautiful when crafted by someone with a kind heart.
Words can soothe when spoken by a gentle soul.
But, words wielded by the ignorant and tactless can leave behind a painful mark.
Last week my daughter happily drew lines on a chalkboard in our doctor’s waiting room. A woman sitting beside me asked how old my girl is.
When I told her, she said, “Awfully small for three isn’t she?”
The response in my head was, “Well you’re awfully stupid for 60!”
What I actually said was, “Yup. She’s our little girl.”
As my daughter drew, she and I communicated using signs. The woman leaned over and asked, “Does she talk?” I explained that she has a speech delay, but is a proficient signer. This woman then told me her sister worked at a school with kids more “far gone” than my child. Far gone? Are you f*cking kidding me? She went on about how important it is to catch “these kids” early if they’re going to have any chance at all.
“So, would she be considered special needs then?” she continued.
I would have preferred to slap her but instead answered, “I guess, but we just think she’s special.”
I didn’t believe this woman intended her words to be hurtful, she was just simply ignorant. With that in mind, I was able to let it go. Mostly.
…Tactless ignoramous! Ok, NOW I’ve let it go.