Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Nope. Not Sorry.
A month or so ago, I'd brought the kids to an indoor pool. I was waiting outside the stalls in the changing room as the kids got dressed when a girl, 12 years old or so, walked up to me and grabbed my hand.
A nanosecond was all it took to see the specialness of this girl.
She held my hand in one of hers and waved in my face with the other. And smiled.
I signed/said 'Hello'. Guessing that she wasn't verbal and thinking my non verbal communication skills couldn't hurt.
She held on and smiled.
I complimented her on her pretty flowered bathing suit.
She pumped my hand a few times and continued her smiling.
Her mother appeared after 30 seconds of this. I signed/said to the girl that it was nice to meet her. She smiled back.
Her mother hung her head;
"Oh god no. Have fun swimming!"
I really wanted to chase after the woman. And hug her. And beg her to never apologize again for her sweet girl who just wanted to smile and say hi.
This past Spring break, I thought about this woman a few times.
Because I'm not sorry.
Hey Mommies and Kids sitting behind us at the kiddie concert at the Library;
Yes, I was aware that the front row is usually reserved for the smallest children. But Owen can't hear very well. So being in the front, where he can see the musicians is where he had the best chance of enjoying the show.
I'm not sorry if we were distracting.
When the drums and guitar started up, Owen's face lit up. He does love music. But when the fedora wearing sideburned cutie started singing, Owen's face fell, and my eyes filled up.
The acoustics in the place were shit. The lyrics lost to Owen.
So instead of letting him give up, I offered to interpret for him. He shook his head no. So I started to interpret anyway. And he let me. And watched intently as I struggled to hear the words and put them on my hands.
Right in the front of the room.
I'm not sorry if we obstructed your view of the band.
I'm not sorry at all if you had to answer a squillion questions from your kids.
Not sorry even a little bit.
Hey people sitting behind us at the movie on Sunday;
Owen doesn't get to see his school friends outside of school very often. So we were all thrilled when his friend Jay joined us to see 'Chimpanzee' on Sunday.
I didn't know it was Jay's first time in a movie theater. Even I was surprised when the movie started up and Jay yelled and covered his ears.
I can't imagine what that loudness sounded like through his cochlear implants.
I'm not sorry that Jay spoke loudly and signed largely through the entire movie.
He couldn't hear the narrator well enough to follow the story, so relied on me to fill him in.
I'm not sorry if you missed some of the action because our arms and hands were all over the place.
I'm not a wee bit sorry if we had a negative impact on your movie experience.
Jay is going to join us for the highly anticipated 'Avengers' movie in May.
I'm already brushing up on my Superhero signs.
And I'm already not sorry for being in your fucking way.