After we were seated and ordered some drinks, a couple were seated near us (behind the hubs and to my left). They didn't seem to have much of a conversation, at least that I could hear, but I kept feeling like they were looking at us. I thought I had something on my mouth, my teeth, or my shirt. I kept looking at Owen to make sure he wasn't staring (he wasn't--he was too busy!), didn't have food on his clothing or in his hair, or wasn't making a mess. Nada. Even the hubs leaned over to me and said : "I can FEEL the staring", which is miraculous in itself because when I've pointed out other staring incidents, he always says he had no idea that was happening. I didn't say a word to him this time--he felt it himself.
I don't get it. Why stare? Is Owen really that different than any other patron at the restaurant? I know he's a cutie--I am his mother after all! Even if they were curious, the least they could do is not stare the entire time they were there; it was borderline uncomfortable to be honest. An older couple on the other side of us checked Owen out several times and when they got ready to leave, they approached us and told us about their nephew with Down syndrome (who sounds like a pretty cool adult living in a group home and working!).
I am getting to the point where I'm finding myself biting my tongue because I want to say something when the staring starts. But then I fear I will bring more attention to the situation, which is not what I want. I wish there was some kind of protocol on this sort of thing! But more than that, I wish people had the decency to not stare--it's rude, it's uncomfortable, and it's just not cool. I always tell Owen not to stare at people (if you're a blonde female--you are in his sights 100%!) and the courtesy should go both ways. I used to tell my students during a quiz or a test "Keep your eyes on your own paper"........well now maybe it's time to say "Keep your eyes off my kiddo!"
|I know I'm awesome and all, but it's not cool to stare, peeps!|