All I can do is share this, because it made me smile.
When my daughter was born premature and I looked at her with a feeding tube and nasal canula in a plexiglass box, I trained myself not to say she was little or pretty. I trained myself to say she was my big strong girl, because I thought that for her to make it in the world, she would need me to see her that way.
It was in the context of raising feminist daughters, but it works just as beautifully in the context of eliminating ableist privilege.
Thank you, Thomas.
(Small bit of irony: Firefox's spell check does not recognize "ableist" and instead recommends "ablest.")
