Friday, September 28, 2012

Mouths of Babes

Red Delicious

 Remember love
Serves and saves and weeps
With you.  Love understands
And holds you and is there for you
Even when it can’t protect you
From yourself.


 If thou art a master, be sometimes blind; if a servant, sometimes deaf. 

Thomas Fuller

    

Memories: lying in bed teaching my sister to say my name.  Over and over.  I had learned to read by the Phonics method, sounding things out.  It seems to have made an impression because, with her tucked in bed beside me, I would say my name over and over to my sister, in syllables,   MO-Neee-Kuh.   MO-Neee-Kuh, and she would repeat it.  Night after night, we practiced.  Anything but Do-Do.  Anything.  What was wrong with Do-Do, I had no idea, except that it gave no end of amusement to the adults in our life who laughed and told their friends about it, over and over.  It was something about the way they laughed that made me feel ashamed, because until then, it was her name for me.  "Quite enough for me", I thought.  So we practiced and practiced.  She slipped in Do Do a few more times, and sighing, deeply sensitive to it in my heart, I accepted her version of my name because I understood that she did not mean it in any harmful way.  Later, at night, we worked on it together until she could say my name effortlessly. And then I was sorry, because it was so cute that she had her own name for me.


“The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.” 




    The quietest people have the loudest minds.

Miracle Tree
   
A little girl stood on the couch getting her picture taken one day.  She had been dressed up in a very beautiful dress of blue organza like fabric, and something soft and sheer layered over it, with a blue sash tied in a bow in the back.  Used to being the center of attention, she was unaware of being cossetted.   The dress was very pretty and she was a very beloved child.  The oohs and ahhs commenced, the compliments were lavish and enthusiastic.  The required camera was produced, the pictures were snapped and it was a happy time.  Still, something about that scene concerned her father and although years later she could not remember any words he spoke,  the little girl felt his concern like a sharp warning.  The message may have been unspoken, but it was clear.  She was not to think anyone was special, including herself.   Not that she did, but the potential was there.  The message was to be aware, don't let adulation fool you.

     Keep both feet firmly planted on the ground.  Never think you are someone more special than anyone else.  A mantra, I think they would call it now.  Parents don't know, do they, what impressions are being made in the hearts and lives of children?  A child of three or four is watching so closely what their parent does that even the slightest gesture is noticed.  It cannot be said whether it is for good or bad.  It just is. Impressions are made, habits formed, and eventually we learn whether the influence was for good or not. These impressions become so much a part of our lives.  I am thankful that I had two parents, because I learned very different things from each of them.

    Every person is special in some way to someone. My purpose is to treat every person well, in such a way that the people who think they are special would not be disappointed.  Of course, being human, I don't expect that I will always be able to reach my goal.  Of course we see people in a sad condition, and some we probably can't help very much, if at all. Perhaps we don't have the funds, the time, the knowledge, and anyway people have to want to do it themselves or nothing will change no matter how much you try.  It is best to live so that by watching you they will be inspired to think, and to understand that if you can thrive, then they can, too.  If we are only focusing on what we don't have, then we are going to be disappointed by what we see others enjoy that we lack  We could think we are abused, and become disheartened, but we each own the stars, we own our vision, or whatever sense we have; to smell and feel and see, to walk and run, to become stronger and more balanced.

    It is important that we remember the beautiful, the wonderful things in life.  We must not let the sad things completely overwhelm us and remove our pleasure in the joyful things.   We must not think we can always fix everything, and if we feel it is important to fix something, it seems to me that we can usually find something that needs fixed right in our own "backyard", our own nest.  It is possible we even need to fix our own judgment, to make sure it is from a factual and realistic position.  


In true education, anything that comes to our hand is as good as a book: the prank of a page- boy, the blunder of a servant, a bit of table talk - they are all part of the curriculum. 

Michel de Montaigne


 “When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to 
comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, 
it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.” 



We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers - but never blame yourself. It's never your fault. But it's always your fault, because if you wanted to change you're the one who has got to change. 


Katharine Hepburn 





Most of what we call management consists of making it difficult for people to get their work done. 



Peter Drucker 



Acting is the most minor of gifts. After all, Shirley Temple could do it when she was four. 
Katharine Hepburn 


Wreckage

The "Spirited Woman" -  Downtown, Cody, Wyoming

Plumber's Helper: Belle, polite in and out, now waiting for an invitation

Someone's Picnic Spot and Playground - Over the Fence.





 Home Gym

4 comments :

  1. Was Red Delicious as good as it looked? Yum!

    Ah...we sometimes "teach" the uniqueness out of our siblings and children, don't we? I remember my sister when she was about 3, bringing her to our house. She spent much of the 1-hour trip asking when something would happen. It took me a long time to figure it out. When we got within sight, she was excited to point out, "There it is, the table bridge!!" I responded with, "OHHH, the CABLE bridge. Yes, there's the CABLE bridge." She never said it "wrong" again. I was so sad, realizing what I had done. I see my oldest doing the same thing to my youngest.

    Seems like a bunch of our adult lives is damage control, isn't it? I certainly don't blame my parents and hope my kids don't blame me too much! Good thing we know how to find the problem and ways to fix it in ourselves. I'm glad for that realization at so young an age.

    Lyle is going through a time at work that epitomizes that quote: "Most of what we call management consists of making it difficult for people to get their work done." Not so much within his own company but ones they're subcontracting for. It begs the question, Well, do you want me to do the job, or not? Good grief! What's the world comin' to anyways?!

    I smile at the photos of your home gym. A little slice of your life. Wish I had the motivation to do the same and therefore be more consistent in exercise, but going to the gym is working out good at the moment. Still making it 2-3 times a week. Not bad I think. This week I might slack off though so I can finish my slideshow project in time. We'll see.

    Love LW in SE WA

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  2. Yes, it was that good. Duane's job is quite a bit like that. He and Mindy have dibs on Dilbert comics these days. They can relate jobwise in ways that aren't all that funny, but you have to laugh. You're doing good. Just keep doing it. When you have the time or motivation for more you'll have a good basis of strength to start with! I'm hoping to go to the next level of fitness. I've been a long time getting to where I am now. My balance is good, and I get stronger every time I work out, now. And incredibly sore some days. Whew. Oh well, love it when I can complete a workout. Your slide show is so sweet. I love what you have done and "are doing". It is a wonderful memorial. Yes, damage control is a significant part of life. Coping skills are great to have. Wonderful when we can do more than tread water, but if that's all we can do, that's all we can do! For the moment.

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  3. You are so insightful. We learn too late to keep our mouths shut when our kids say something cute. Oh to help them have a good and healthy view of themselves. I loved your nickname, Monika, but could always understand why you might not like it. I cant wait to see the slide show, LW! I wish you could be there too Monika! We will miss you. We enjoyed Eric and Eileen and kids, Andrea and Dan, and Aunt Eileen this last weekend. Busy, but fun. Now another weekend with family. It promises to be crowded and chaotic. I love seeing my family and am looking forward to that part.

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  4. Dear beloved sister,

    Just a little while ago I typed up a loving comment about this but now it is gone because my husband's gmail account was up and I when I tried to convert to my own it wiped out the text. Grrr.

    Well I'll try to recreate it.

    It was interesting to read your memory of being called Do-Do. I only remember calling you that one time. The feelings I can remember on that night 46 years ago is a feeling of adoration plus a feeling of needing comfort only you could provide. I must have been four and was hiccuping and crying. We were in separate beds by that time and I remember the feeling of yearning for your comfort. Wishing we were not banished to separate beds I was murmuring Do-Do because I wanted you near me so very much but was in big trouble already and dared not move from my designated space. The upstairs where we slept was hot and it was rather hard to get settled down between the heat and the trouble of the evening. It was in the old house before it was moved and you and I were in mom and dad's room for a little bit getting our pajamas on. We may or may not have been having a bath before that but dad was in a teasing mood and "wowing" us. He pretended to come in the room while we were getting our jams on and it got the desired squealed reaction. Then as the door creaked open one more time I was nearest the door and put all of my four year old strength into slamming it shut as if I was a match to dad. Well the agonizing cry that arose from the other side of the door sounding like our tiny 1 1/2 year old sister, revealed her fingers had been hurt. Obviously this time the door opening was not dad. I remember the bare bottomed spanking I got and the humiliating wetting myself that happened at the same time. I wish the memory of this would just go away.

    Later as I hiccuped my way though the injustice in that hot upstairs room with you in the other bed I remember murmuring for MY Do-Do. I wanted you close but dared not leave my designated space and hoped you would leave yours and come on over. I think that might have been the night I actually learned to say your name. I really wanted to please SOMEONE and obviously it wasn't going to be our parents.

    I do remember having a mental block about saying your name and certainly could not figure out why I had to leave behind that comfortable name I had for you. As you carefully coached me in correctly saying your name it felt difficult and like a thick fog that did not easily move aside. Do-Do just felt better to me. It was meant in love. That particular night it was what was needed though as it helped me get my mind off the injustice and finally go to sleep as we practiced saying it right. I remember drifting in and out of sleep during that coaching session.

    Isn't it interesting how different our memories of the same thing are?

    I have always adored you. These feelings of adoration started before my memory and they continue to this day even if I can't call you Do-Do any more.

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