Sunday, January 29, 2012

You Were a Rebel

The other day, a friend who joined my life more recently said this to me.  We were talking about the teen thing of generally pulling away from what you've known (whatever that is) to establish your independance.  I didn't argue with her or defend my own childhood choices, but it's been in the back of my head.

The two worst things I did as a teen was attempt to physically control my younger brothers and sisters (claws out) when left "in charge" and to believe that my own virtue was not worth saving if, by what the general "teens will..." expectation had done to my reputation, it was already lost.

I was a good student.
I liked to read.
I liked to help others.
I sat in the nursing home holding the hands of old men and women so they wouldn't feel alone -- like I did.
I did what my mom asked me to do.
I didn't use words that felt ugly in my mouth.
I didn't judge others.
I always went straight to the source when gossip reached my ears so I could hear the truth.
No coffee, tea, drugs, cigarettes, red bulls, prescription drugs or any other crap in my body -- even french fries are just gross.
I drove the speed limit.
I paid attention when I was babysitting.
I went to bed on time.
I made my curfew.
I always was where I said I would be.
I didn't try out for a million things I knew my mom couldn't afford.
I didn't ask for anything for Christmas or birthdays...because I knew my mom couldn't afford it.

I was far from perfect, but oh!  How I tried!

I wonder how many good people there are who are just not good enough for the perfectionist expectations of the adults around them trying to "protect" them.  I wonder how many naive young ones have made mistakes, not out of rebellion but a lack of training on how to handle different situations because the grown ups in their lives are too busy or too focused in another direction. 

Do the teens and pre-teens in your world a favor -- communicate with them (that means listening), tell them you are pleased with such-and-such a thing that is specific to them, and *ask first* before giving them your advice so they'll know you're offering your counsel for their own use and not because you are critiquing the way they are handling their own stuff.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Apple Cider Vinegar

While I'm not going to pretend to be an expert on all that this natural gem can do for you, I do want to tell you about our recent experience with WARTS.  (Ew!  I know, I know.  Witches and dirty bathrooms and other such grossness.)  Thing is, I've had a wart or two in my life.  I read once, after trying to dig, scrape, freeze and laser without success, that they will disappear on their own in three years (a consolation that turned out to be true), but who wants to wait three years for anything?!  (Especially for an ugly, painful wart to go away?)

When my five year old turned up with the biggest plantar wart I'd ever seen on the bottom of her foot, I couldn't imagine putting her through the torture methods I had tried.  I did a little research and found the idea of a cotton ball soaked in apple cider vinegar and duct tape every night for three weeks...The bad news is, we didn't have duct tape AND I'm just not an every night for three weeks kind of girl.  Instead, we soaked that cotton ball in a high quality apple cider vinegar, stuck it on with a bandage and removed it in the morning.  (I had a stubborn wart on my thumb and tried the same treatment so I would know what it felt like...it tingles a little bit and smells like dirty gym socks, but nothing bad.)

A week later, I remembered to treat it again. 

After the second treatment, my wart began to get black flecks in it and shrink.  My five year old's body was much more responsive.  The whole wart turned black and, within another week, FELL OFF, leaving a small crater of perfect pink skin!  It was wild.  My thumb took a third treatment and "disappeared."

If you have a wart -- especially on sensitive skin -- skip the freezing, scraping, digging, and lazers.  Go for the apple cider vinegar.  You won't be disappointed.

p.s.  I think it takes the body/immune system three weeks (at least) to kick it with the help of the vinegar.  At least now you know you don't have to smell the dirty gym sock smell every day.



Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Eighteen

At this time of the night, eighteen years ago, I was holding a sweet-smelling-squeaker mouse with a head full of black fluffy fur for hair on his head. His dark eyes wide. His long, thin fingers wrapped around my own. Not having watched him grow up makes it strange to me that there is, somewhere out there, a child that is an official adult -- old enough to vote, to be drafted, to get married (legally...not necessarily developmentally), old enough to be called a "man".

I've heard people say that they "feel old" because their children are teens or adults. I just feel like me. I'm not 17 anymore, but she's certainly in there. I'm bolder than I was then and more assertive. I live outside of my books and I don't believe every word other people tell me (the benefit of my doubt is usually for my own purposes). I'm less innocent and more tender. I've stopped daydreaming and live in the right now.

If he were here, I'd be getting him ready to graduate or go off to college. He might be talking about a mission or a scholarship or a new car or his girlfriend. He might never be home or I might be fighting him off of the computer games...who knows. The thing is, that's the most I've "what iffed" the choice to place him for adoption ever (for the purposes of this blog) because it was the right decision and so much would have changed. Here he is, in this special place in my heart. Forever. From 18 seconds to 118 and beyond.

Happy Birthday, Son.




















Friday, January 6, 2012

Folding Socks

Things a man does when he is single (not living at home with mommie):
Work full time
Go to school
Pay the bills
Play video games
Shower/brush teeth
Wash dishes
Wash laundry (in varying degrees of the sniff test)
Fold socks
Cook
Wash Dishes
Grocery Shop
Vacuum

Things some men do when they get married:
Eat
Sleep
Work
...Praise themselves for being fantastic enough to fold some socks...

The End