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Friday, March 20, 2009

I WOULD WALK 500 MILES....and HELP YOU AROUND THE STUMBLING BLOCKS

Two or three times when I was young and having school checkups or whatever, the good doctor mentioned something about me having a slight heart murmer. That meant it kind of skipped a beat once in awhile or something like that. When I take my pulse, I notice that it goes along and then I can't feel it anymore. So I have to ask someone if I'm dead now..haha. None of this is any cause for alarm at all. It just is what it is.
I am a reasonably healthy person now, life is good. Whatever the little irregularity or what-have-you, has had no effect on my life.

Now, I've been wondering lately about the labels that are being stuck on people in these days. I can envision a magazine page with a little boy face that has stickers all over it. Each sticker has a label, 'heart murmur' or 'bi-polar' or 'ADHD' or any of all those others being used to define a lot of our children. How many teens are labled as 'depressed' or having 'social anxiety'? or any of the other modern terms that basically just define a personality?
Have you read some of the e-mails going 'round' pleading for people to recognize that years ago, folks with some of these stumbling blocks just had to "get up and get over it."? Is all this definition a help or is it stumbling blocks?
There are problems that have always existed and now are helped and treated with modern doctoring. Thank goodness. Men, women, children,all of us have problems too big at times to deal with. I am grateful there is understanding help to be had. I just wonder if nowdays, my heart condition would become a label and all sorts of cries would go up because of it. Would it become problematic? Would it need to dealt with in professional fashion, causing worry and restrictions? Doubtless, in this age, I would be taking pills of some color.

My very dear Visiting Teachers are grandmothers age. Whenever I bring up a worry our family is dealing with, that someone somewhere, in their daily on-the-job habit of analysis has given, these ladies, who have a lot of experience in child development, wave their hands and shake their heads, and say something very comforting, like, "The kids are just stretching themselves out there a bit." And then we talk about experiences each of us have had that all proves there is really nothing to worry about.
I can imagine that with a "heart murmer" today, I might be put on the sidelines for a lot of things, being not allowed to participate or become involved in whatever might elicit some excitement. You do the imagining. And the point I'm making here is that, the thing (murmer) is not worth a second thought! I don't dance well or keep a steady rhythm going. I tend to put little jumps or skips into a drumbeat every-so-often. So, that's me. It's how my heart beats! And it doesn't make a difference to anything!
It's interesting to me that my V T friends each had a story to tell about their own children as well as others they knew with the same tale to tell...somewhere, a 'professional' had made a diagnosis that threatened to stick labels to a ghostly premonition. They were wrong, lacking experience. I am telling you that a mother knows more about herself and her family than anyone else, except maybe the father. Mothers must trust themselves and what they know in their hearts and feel to be so. You have a divine calling and you will have divine help. The one who really knows everything is your heavenly father, and he can tell you waht your really need to do. Mothers feel with their minds and hear with their hearts. Listen to that first.

6 comments:

JoAnna said...

I love how you've ended this about mothers. I've been thinking a lot on that topic lately :) and just what is my responsibility and where other people, frankly, need to mind their business.

I also think the labeling question is quite interesting. Sometimes I think it helps me to identify some "problem" I'm having so I can name it and detach from it and be in charge. Other times I wonder why I can't just be who and what I am without having to explain it all away. And what do we do to kids by labelling everything? Do they then become the disorder, the condition, the problem? Really, what a strange world we live in and have to navigate.
Thank goodness for GOOD mothers!

Heather said...

I think there's some reassurance in knowing what you're dealing with but not necessarily in labeling.
With the boys I was frustrated beyond belief because they had them pigeon-holed into a certain catagory, because of my past not because of their own behaviors and actions.
That has been a very frustrating thing for me, my entire life. I have always been told 'because you came from an abusive family you're 50% more likely to be abusive yourself.' or some other bs percentage. I was bombarded with statistics my entire life. I was trying to break that cycle and felt like the world wouldn't let me because I had been labeled. Then as an adule I had fallen into the same cycle and thought I had afflicted my children with it and they were destined to carry it on. I was fighting ghosts.
So, in some sense, I am very relieved that the boys are actually being looked at for who they are and what THEY are dealing with instead of my past and what I dealt with. It's a much easier monster to fight.
I think alot of times had I not had my head filled with that garbage I wouldn't have been so insistant to prove everyone wrong. I had to break free of the labeling and ended up being a huge doormat that has/had no control of anything.
Not anymore, I'm taking my kids back, taking my life back, not living with my past anymore and not tippy toeing around therapists because I'm afraid of what I've already done or could do.
My kids are fine, Im fine and I'm so glad they're just doing what kids do.
Sorry didn't mean to make this so lengthy and I don't even know if I stayed on the topic. I tend to branch off on tangents.

Heather said...

I'm starting to get a complex because no one ever posts after me, I must 'retard' them to death...

mudderbear said...

yOU'RE FUNNY, HEATHER.
I'M GETTING A COMPLEX BECAUSE NO ONE COMMENTS AT ALL. MAYBE THERE JUST ISN'T VERY MANY OF US OUT HERE. I READ YOUR PAGES. SOMETIMES I DON'T KNOW JUST WHAT TO SAY, SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A BUSY-BODY BECAUSE I'M ALWAYS FIRST ON THE COMMENTS LIST...LIKE, "ME ME ME..." ANYWAY, DON'T STOP POSTING OR COMMENTING. IF YOU DIDN'T POST I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON OVER THERE.

mudderbear said...

and PS GOOD FOR YOU HEATHER..WAY TO GO AND CHEERS.!!!!!!!!!

Judie and George said...

Hi Rosalie! I am playing today, so I have a new background. I see you stopped by, about the same time I was playing. You have been on my mind all day. Since Damon got home, I don't have computer time like I did. He seems to think he has to be doing things. He is on Facebook, re-establishing his life with old friends, and etc. It feels like it has been forever since I wrote anything to you. Labels are such an interesting thing. I have to remind myself that I am an OLD WOMAN. I can be whatever I want, and nobody cares but me. I watch my kids visiting with each other and realize that I am the facilitator for them so they can have good relationships with each other. This weekend, the girls did most of the food, and they were in the kitchen working and talking. It was good to see. I was just an observer as they took over and made things happen. By Sunday night, I was almost too tired to even breathe. The weekend about did me in. And Mom and Kay acted up because they needed attention too. Anyway, spring is here and I am happy, happy, happy about that. More later. . .

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