“You know what bothers me the most about these mandated masks for children? Literally, for a little kid wearing a mask, it represents 40% of their life in a mask….”
A fact that too few people think about. TMEW and I get it – every morning because of Federal regulations about school buses, he HAS to have a mask on. Fortunately, the few times we forget in the hustle and bustle of getting him ready in the morning, EVEN with a note on the door – BENJAMIN MASK! – Tony the Bus Driver has extras.
But his time in pre-school and now kindergarten, three out of his six years, he’s had to wear masks. There is no facial feedback from other adults. No seeing the smiles of his friends. Having to listen harder because the do-little masks muffle the speech of others.
And worst of all, as THESE little ones are trying to gain mastery of something that we take for granted, the use of language and the precise enunciation needed for it, they can’t.
Ask yourself – how many times have you either asked someone to repeat themselves, tried to fake that you heard them, or just gave up altogether.
Now, take kids that have learning disabilities, either academically (can’t understand the teachers) or socially, and tell me that kids are all “adaptable”.
I’m here to tell you not every one of them is. And now we’re learning that our Government lied to us over the use of masks (what, it took that THAT LONG to listen to we who read the side of the box with the paper masks, or had enough knowledge of physics/biochemistry/biology to know that cloth masks were worthless, WHY ARE WE MADE TO KEEP UP THE CHARADE?
All for nothing, these kids, the Grandson included, have been done a great injustice. But where is the “Social Justice” (that almost all of academia has jumped into the polluted tank that holds all that crap) for these little ones?
Parents should make the difference and the decisions – no longer the bureaucrat.
And I don’t want to hear even just one more of them yammering that they care about my child, or children in general, more than I do AFTER I ask the most important question to those I’ve never met before:
What’s his name? What are their names?
The look on their faces tells the tale. The silence announces their guilt.
(H/T: Kim)
