{"id":857,"date":"2006-04-23T15:53:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-23T19:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/?p=857"},"modified":"2006-04-23T15:53:00","modified_gmt":"2006-04-23T19:53:00","slug":"sad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/?p=857","title":{"rendered":"Sad."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--more Beads and bad reactions.--><\/p>\n<p>Went to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.beadlush.com\/index.shtml\">Beadlush<\/a> today to see the trunk show for <a href=\"http:\/\/greengirlstudios.com\/\">Green Girl Studios.<\/a>  I&#8217;m not beading that much now, but I&#8217;ve loved their stuff online, so I was looking forward to seeing it in person and maybe picking something up.  I also kind of wanted to see if I could find some tiny little trinket to send to <lj user=crazycatladymel>, just &#8217;cause she was so kind to sponsor that Interim House contest.  (Note, they&#8217;re heavy.  Probably too much so for stitch markers, Mel, sorry.)<\/p>\n<p>I went with my daughter, since my husband watched her for a good chunk of the day yesterday while I did some non-kid-friendly errands.  She and I have been going to beadlush for about five years now.  They&#8217;ve got a kids&#8217; corner that she likes to play in, so it&#8217;s not a problem.<\/p>\n<p>Until today, that is, because they had taken up the kids&#8217; corner to make room for the trunk show.  So my daughter was walking around touching things.  I gave her instructions to leave all the jewelry on the stands and kept an eye on her while I started to look at the beads.  She came over and started touching the Green Girl beads, as she usually does with all the beads in the store when I tarry too long.  She&#8217;s got clean hands, and because of her autism, she doesn&#8217;t mix them up.  She actually straightens them and puts any strays back in their correct spaces.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t hear the guy with the trunk show asking her not touch them the first couple of times, as he had a soft voice.  My daughter didn&#8217;t hear either, but once I realized, I asked her not to touch them.<\/p>\n<p>Him:  &#8220;They&#8217;re fun to touch, but not so fun to sort back out again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>What I should have said:  &#8220;Right!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>What I did say, with a smile:  &#8220;Well, she&#8217;s mildly autistic, so believe me, when she&#8217;s done, they&#8217;ll be sorted within an inch of their lives.&#8221;  And then I repeated to her that she shouldn&#8217;t touch them.<\/p>\n<p>Him, smiling:  &#8220;I hear you, I understand completely.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Her fingers were still itching, so I gave her my keys, like you would a toddler.  And then I just got really sad, because the whole exchange was just another reminder of how my child is different.  And even if I hadn&#8217;t said anything about her to the guy, I still would have been sad, because it would have all been there in me.  And I started to tear up and we went ahead and left quickly.  The shop owner, who knows me by name, spotted me on the way out and said hi, and I said as cheery a hi back as I could as we left, so it&#8217;s not like we left in a huff or anything.<\/p>\n<p>The guy was absolutely right.  It&#8217;s very rational to ask a seven-year-old to keep her grubby paws out of the beads.  And while I doubt that he did &#8216;understand completely&#8217; I also am sure my statement was an awkward thing to have to respond to.  It&#8217;s not him, it&#8217;s all me.  But rationality can fly out the window when it&#8217;s your child.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re back home now.  I thought about going back alone.  The show ends in an hour.  There were some neat pieces and I did want to see them.  But I think that even if I went and bought something, when I wore it I wouldn&#8217;t think, &#8220;hey, what a nifty piece!&#8221; but instead &#8220;I remember when I got this, and the sadness I felt that day.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There are bigger problems to have in the world, I know, it&#8217;s just&#8230; dispiriting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[87],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/857"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=857"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/857\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=857"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=857"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kissmyknits.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=857"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}