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The author of the following is unknown. However they recall something very important that in our hurried, anxiety ridden world, we tend to forget. It is the appreciation we might have for how fortunate we are if we have able bodies and the breath of life filling our lungs. I think this is a charming piece…..
THE WORLD IS MINE
Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman and wished I were as beautiful.
Suddenly she rose to leave and I watched her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and used a crutch.
But as she passed, she passed a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two legs; the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it’d do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me “I thank you; you’ve been so kind.
It’s nice to talk with folks like you.
You see,” he said, “I’m Blind.”
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two eyes; the world is mine.
Later while walking down the street, I saw a child I knew.
He stood and watched the others play, but he did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said, “Why don’t you join them dear?”
He looked ahead without a Word. I forgot, he couldn’t hear.
Oh, God, forgive Me when I whine. I have two ears; the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I’d go….
With eyes to see the sunset’s glow….
With ears to hear what I’d know….
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I’ve been blessed indeed, the world is mine.
FROM OUR HOUSE TO YOURS – HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!
Let’s face it: People don’t deal well with illness. Not their own, not that of others.
Why is that?
Well, I’m thinking it’s pretty clear why we don’t deal well with our own sickness – I mean, who really wants to be sick? Okay, okay, there are some people who want to be sick and that, in itself, is a sickness. It’s called Munchausen Disease.
In case you don’t know, this is a mental health disease where people do things to themselves to make themselves sick so they can receive attention from medical professionals. It used to be harder for them to ‘get’ these diseases and conditions because they had to go to the library and read up on how to make themselves sick. Now, it’s much simpler to facilitate your own conditions because you can go on the internet where you have access to just about every condition and disease known to man. Here’s an example that I found on the internet: a woman who pumped egg whites into her kidneys via catheter to induce kidney failure. (Answers by Yahoo). That’s pretty serious stuff!
So now, the hypochondriacs among you are thinking – OMG!!! Is this what I have? (meaning Munchausen). No, your issues, while also a mental health problem, are much different. Being a hypochondriac is when ‘the person feels that they are legitimately sick or they have something medically wrong with them. For example if a person gets a mosquito bite after being outside, they’ll put some anti-itch cream on it, but a person with hypochondria will be sure that they’ve just been infected with the West Nile Virus.’ (Answers by Yahoo)
Do you see the difference? Just in case, here it is in black and white: ‘So the difference between the two is that with Munchausen syndrome the person makes themselves sick or appear to be and with hypochondria the person only fears that they are sick or somehow unhealthy. They don’t take any action to induce sickness.’ (Answers by Yahoo)
Even sicker is the Munchausen’s by Proxy syndrome where people do things to their children so that they’ll need medical care. Ewwww.
But I digress….
When we or someone we love is sick, why do we not immediately and constantly shower ourselves or them with loving and helpful care? It’s simple: We don’t want to be sick and we don’t want our loved ones to be sick either.
Why does that translate into borderline or totally mean behavior?
The answer is simple: FEAR with maybe some ignorance thrown in!
Typically, we love those around us and want only the best for them. Specifically, as a parent you do everything earthly possible to protect your children, so when something happens to them, you take it as a personal affront – you didn’t, couldn’t protect them from this illness, this surgery.
Fear kicks in – all the what ifs of an illness or disease race around in your head and come out in your actions as though somehow, being angry about what’s happening will encourage your kid to get better. After all, how many times did that kid make you angry by doing something and your anger caused them to stop doing it? So, if you’re angry about them being sick, maybe it will have the same effect?
Or maybe it’s because you know the sick/diseased person pretty well and know that, unlike you, they don’t/won’t just buck up and push through it. It annoys you that they, by your assessment, just choose to languish and whine endlessly about the pain, the aches, and the gaping hole in their belly.
But you’re wrong, again.
The reality that was directly contrary to my faulty thinking was two-fold.
First I learned, and shamefacedly ended up apologizing for, that just because you’re tough as nails, not everyone else is. They feel things differently; they need more TLC and even sympathy than you do and you, as the caregiver, need to suck it up, remember how much you really love them, and keep swabbing that gaping hole in their belly until they are all better.
Second, I have to stop letting the ‘what ifs’ cause the fear that influences how I’m treating someone who’s sick. I learned that those racing, ‘what if’ thoughts are really just there to mess with me and generally are not a real part of the situation. More often than not, the person will get well; their blood clot will go away and not return and they’ll live to lift weights another day.
Finally, I’ve realized that it’s much more important to show the love and care to those you love rather than being a mean girl, especially if they’re your kids because one day, they will be the ones selecting your nursing home.
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A friend of mine, (we’ll call her Wilma) has struggled, and struggled again, with trying to control what her adult children do or don’t do. However, it just doesn’t seem to be working – her kids just keep doing whatever it is they want to do, regardless of all her ‘helpful’ input!
Hard to admit, but I, too, have behaved in similar fashion, even as recently as last night! Not a good thing.
The following scenario has facilitated this writing…..
Wilma’s only daughter, (we’ll call her Harriet) who has a perfectly good husband and a pretty good life – 1,500 miles away from her family – has been pregnant with her first child, Wilma’s third grandchild. Wilma has been trying to get Harriet to take her advice, do it her way throughout the pregnancy (and well before it). Harriet, however, having been raised by Wilma to be a strong and independent woman, thwarts her mother’s every attempt at continuing to smother her! Imagine that!
With Wilma’s every attempt to impose her desires on her daughter, Harriet rebuffs, shuts down, ignores or just gets flat-out angry with her mother, making things worse for both.
Enter: the baby. Wilma didn’t approve of the selected birthing process. Wilma didn’t approve of how the birth went through the chosen process. Wilma didn’t approve of the choice that the couple made about how the baby was treated after birth. Wilma was extremely frustrated that her child neglected her every input. After all, mom knows best, right?
Watching this scenario play out, I was intrinsically asked to be supportive of my good friend, Wilma, as one mom would look for the support of another mom who would understand. And I did understand.
At the same time, I was struck by, what was for me, a thundering revelation!
It occurred to me to ask myself two questions:
1. Why won’t this girl, née, adult woman, listen to her mother who has years more experience and is herself, a medical professional?
2. Why does this mom (or any parent for that matter) feel such a strong need to jump in and try to ‘fix’ or change things that maybe don’t really need fixing?
Let me answer number two first. This is the revelation part that came to me as I tried to talk Wilma through her situation. If you’re the parent of grown kids you might want to pay attention here.
Our parents raised us like they were raised: we were taught to be self-sufficient, how to get along in life, how to be responsible people. We got spanked when they needed to get our attention; we maybe got a hug when we fell down and got back up again. The mistakes we made were ours to use to learn what not to do next time.
When we grew to an adult age, they pushed (yes, pushed) us out of the nest, trusting that they had done the right things and that we would know what to do out there in the big wide world! They didn’t try to meddle or second guess because they didn’t believe there was a need. We were raised to take care of ourselves and they expected that we would! That included having our own babies and raising our own children to do the same thing!
However, we didn’t do that. Somehow along the way, (and I’d like to blame Benjamin Spock right here and now) we got the idea that if we didn’t give our kids self-esteem, hang on their every word, spank them, let them experience loss sometimes and they screwed up along the way, it was our fault because we’d parented them insufficiently! It wasn’t them, it was us.
Our response to that input was to second guess our every move and resent our own parents for not stepping in to help out. We determined that we weren’t going to be like them! Instead of trusting that we’d raised people who could take care of themselves as did our parents, we became these second guessing, OMG-I’m-sure-I-didn’t-get-it-right-so-I-have-to-make-sure-their-every-move-is-perfect-or-people-will-blame-me-for-everything-that-happens-to-my-child-or-is-done-by-my-child, parents of adult children. Maybe there should be a self-help group for that? Nah, the title’s too long.
Now, instead of parents who are confident that they raised their kids to survive on their own, we have a wave of people who are deeply insecure about how they’ve raised their kids. These are parents who continue to run after perfectly good, capable adults trying to assuage their own Monday morning, self-induced, quarterbacking guilt.
Unlike our parents who were confident in how they raised us, we’ve bought into the idea that what we’ve done as parents is insufficient. We’ve resulted to a meddling behavior trying to ‘fix’ our own feelings of insufficiency. Unfortunately – or actually fortunately – this behavior is typically not working for us. We aren’t getting what it is we think we want. Our kids just aren’t allowing us to continue to direct their lives. And rightfully so.
Which brings up the answer to #1 by asking this: Why do we feel insufficient?
As parents (and people in general), we see lots of other people around us who can’t seem to handle life, get it ‘right’ as it were. That seems to make us afraid that some of those people might be ‘our’ people, our kids, adult or otherwise. So we try to override their decisions, their choices, by imposing our idea of what those choices should be. But these adult kids seem to have gone deaf – they just can’t seem to hear us and they especially don’t do what we tell them they ‘should’ do! Imagine that.
Generally speaking, and for the most part, our kids already know that they are NOT ‘those’ people. The reality is that they have been raised, to a good degree, to be able to take care of themselves. Like we did, if only we could remember, they will learn the rest as needed. They will make it on their own through trial and error, just as we did and our parents did before us. And that’s really okay.
So, how do we make ourselves recognize and accept that we are NOT insufficient?
We MUST give ourselves permission to accept the reality that our adult kids reflect back to us everyday that they ignore our input: we really did do the best we could and it IS sufficient. If it wasn’t, our adult kids would be doing exactly what we tell them to, and as I pointed out, they aren’t.
Parents, we need to accept that we weren’t perfect, but what we did was sufficient. Most important of all: Our kids, like us, are making it on their own!
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One of my Facebook friends posted this. It certainly gives a better world perspective than we, as selfish Americans, would ever begin to think about. So please, put down your selfish ways for just a few moments and take this in….
If you could fit the entire population of the world into a village consisting of 100 people, maintaining the proportions of all the people living on Earth, that village would consist of:
14 Americans (North, Central and South)
There would be
Six people would possess 59% of the wealth, and they would all come from the USA.
80 would live in poverty
70 would be illiterate
50 would suffer from hunger and malnutrition
1 would be dying
1 would be being born
1 would own a computer
1 would have a university degree
If we looked at the world this way, the need for acceptance and understanding would be obvious. But consider again the following:
If you woke up this morning in good health, you have more luck than one million people, who won’t live through the week.
If you have never experienced the horror of war, the solitude of prison, the pain of torture, or were not close to death from starvation, then you are better off than 500 million people.
If you can go to your place of worship without fear that someone will assault or kill you, then you are luckier than 3 billion people.
If you have a full fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head, and a place to sleep, you are wealthier than 75% of the world’s population.
If you currently have money in the bank, in your wallet, and a few coins in your purse, you are one of 8 of the privileged few amongst the 100 people in the world.
If your parents are still alive and still married, you are a rare individual.
Because as you age, people who are not in your age bracket see you as less vital. They suddenly think you’re now unable to chew your own food, that you drive 20 in a 50 MPH zone and that you should stay in after dark. You don’t dare become ill and need hospitalization because that’s where a real downturn in your life takes place.
I’ve seen it time and again with older friends who, even though they are more lively and interesting than most of the younger people we know, become invisible once they get into a hospital situation. Doctors and nurses no longer speak directly to them about their conditions. Caregivers immediately presume that the children now have custody of the parents. Our friends have been overlooked and treated by the caregivers as though they are nothing but old sacks of bones lying in a hospital bed. What kind of ‘care’ is that?
The kids are no less guilty in propagating this myth. They often come on the scene thinking it’s their place to mind their parent’s business. I know one family who, once their mom broke her hip, decided that meant she needed to be railroaded into doing whatever they decided was best for her. Yes, a broken hip required surgery and rehab. But it didn’t affect their mom’s mind nor her ability to go back to real life once she was healed. The kids have become paranoid over their mom’s safety to the point that they’re trying to railroad her into an assisted living facility.
Unfortunately, they have created a situation where this once strong-willed woman, now questions her every thought. She speaks and a son says ‘Mom, you shouldn’t say that.’ She wonders if they’re right and she’s wrong – all the time. Every move toward reclaiming her life, sends the kids into further paranoia. Faster and faster she’s losing her grip on autonomy. Thank you kids.
Who is actually on her side? And who really understands what she’s thinking, how she’s functioning, what she wants?
The family just doesn’t get it: they think their mom lost her right to live at home when she broke her hip. How dare she! They no longer see her as a viable human being. Now she’s become someone they have to put somewhere so she’ll be ‘safe’. Everyone’s so busy with their own lives, the only room left for her is at the assisted living facility. Worry over; case closed. Peachy.
The woman she was has gone missing, hidden by the wants, desires, needs of everyone else. Unfortunately for her, internally she’s still a viable, thinking adult who wants to live her life in a way pleasing to herself. It would be so much easier if she was out of her mind, but she’s not.
It’s unfortunate that the kids can’t take a step back from their own paranoia. Really and truly, no matter what the kids think, this is not all about THEM! Just like this woman could not protect these kids from every single, negative life event, neither can they protect their mom. Unlike her realization that the kids had to go through things that she couldn’t prevent, these kids refuse to realize that it’s her right to do the same. Maybe what she really needs to be able to thrive again is for the family to lift the net of paranoia and give her a real chance to show she can still do it all in her own way. Maybe handing her back her original freedom is what she really needs to be able to get back to normal.
Who knows what could work? But I wish they’d give her more of an opportunity to regain herself before they dump her in some facility just so they can have peace of mind.
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I recently heard a commentary on someone that the reporter called ‘a self made man’.
The statement gave me pause. What exactly would a ‘self made’ man look like?
First of all – I guess he’d have to be kind of like the big bang theory – out of nowhere and nothing (well maybe that one atom that we’re not sure where it even came from), he’d appear. Not created by any beings, having no parents who would contribute to his looks, his mental capacities, his abilities. A possible blob of disconnected matter, not resembling anything currently recognizable. Nurturing and nourishing himself through life; unaided by teachers, uninfluenced by those around him. Surviving by sure wit under what? A bridge? A rock?
And out of that ‘nothingness’ we’d get who? Albert Einstein? Donald Trump? Hitler? Nietsche?
I’m thinking more like the Geico Neanderthal – if even that.
Backing up the truck: of course a ‘self made’ man has to come from parents – even if only birth parents who send him straight to an orphanage. As such, he does come with a particular set of genes that may be more ambitious than someone else’s; a brain that is inherently more memorable with a higher IQ. A potential for creativity or business or invention and innovation are already built in as are a level of drive and desire to succeed. Work ethic is also helpful and most often engrained by parents.
Even though a ‘self made’ man wants to believe that everything he does is singularly his choice, he will have been influenced by everyone who comes through his life. Further, the state of his surroundings – culture, economy, politics, religion or lack thereof – and his responses to them – will contribute to the success or failure of his every choice.
Faith based or not, there’s a likelihood that he will meet up with people along the way who may pray for him or those who will just wish him well. Alongside of those will be people who may also wish him ill. We can’t scientifically prove or disprove that these things affect the outcomes of what we do, but since this is my blog, we’ll presume it does, as least as much (possibly more) as human interactions affect us.
Even someone who starts with virtually nothing outside of himself may have all he needs internally to become someone to whom the world will ascribe greatness – that, too, is most often subjective, much like modern art!
There are some men who have used all they were born with to become successful, even uber successful. But to be honest, there are no truly ‘self made’ men; they all have someone on the way up that they need to thank.