The countdown is on! Robby only has 12 more days of school left. After the past few weeks I've had dealing with the administration and parents at his school, I venture to guess that I'm more excited than he to see this year come to a close.
A few weeks ago I was shocked,
devastated and then infuriated when a request was verbalized (from the
Principal) that I cover my prosthesis. Refusing to conceal my leg simply
to satisfy the sensibilities of a parent, I have made it a point to
wear either shorts or a knee length dress each day. I walk into the
building with my head held high and smile broadly to everybody I
encounter. Although I try to exude confidence, I continue to deal with
hurt feelings concerning the request.
Until Friday the identity
of the complaint lodging parent has been shielded. Although I had my
suspicions, I lacked concrete proof about who complained about seeing my
leg. Friday afternoon the coward stepped out of the shadows and
confronted me directly.
Leaving Robby in his classroom, I
bumped into a classmate's father in the corridor. My smile straightened
when I saw his disapproving scowl as he looked disgustedly away from my
shiny black (and gently bedazzled) prosthesis. I am not proud of what
Without even saying hello, the man (and I use
that term only because I assume he has all of the anatomical equipment
of the gender) began to reprimand me. I stood quietly as he stood 8
inches from my face and angrily said, "You should be ashamed of
yourself. Don't you care that you are hurting your son by parading
around with that thing showing?"
Something overtook me and my
response was automatic. Although I typically avoid confrontation, this
time I didn't hesitate nor did I flinch at his words. I maintained the
hate-filled gaze, stayed within the same physical space that he invaded,
and spoke purposefully. "I'm not hurting my son by wearing my
prosthesis. But it most certainly will hurt you when I lodge it up your
a$$ you ignorant prick."
Without providing him with an
opportunity to respond, I walked past him and left the school. It's one
thing for him to dislike seeing my prosthesis, but it is an entirely
different issue when my mothering abilities are called into question. I
have a high capacity for abuse and ignorance, but ruffle those maternal
feathers and I'll stand toe to toe every time.
Yesterday I was
expecting to be called to speak with the administrators again. Instead
the staff seemed oblivious to the confrontation. I didn't see the weak
minded parent, but I did notice that his wife both dropped off and
picked up their child. Hopefully they will continue this schedule for
the next 12 days. I can hardly wait for Robby's end of the school year
performance and celebration. I think my chromed socket will be fixed and
ready for me to wear.