Mark it down. I took Jordan shopping with me at a clothing store for the first time. The moment I walked in, an old lady burst over to see the baby. I stand there and stare down at my sweet little girl (who was looking pretty darn cute today if I have to say so for myself). The woman looks up at me and cradles my head for a moment and says: “Bless your heart.” Then she walked away.
It was my first old lady pity.
I don’t need pity. Jordan is going to be just fine. But hell, what do you say when you see a perfect child that is missing an arm? I know what I would say now… But only because it happened to our family. What would I say if I hadn’t? I probably would have been one of those mothers that looks, stares and walks on. I promise to never be one of those moms ever again.
My Dad says I should get used to the old lady pity… It will probably happen hundreds to thousands more times in our lives. My Mom says it was sweet. At least the lady didn’t run away and not say anything.