January 31, 2012

Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

Parenting.  What an incredibly difficult thing!  The sheer amount of responsibility is overwhelming when you think about it.  Would you apply for this job?

Mother Needed:  Must be available 24/7 and commit to this job for the rest of your life.  There is no way to sever this contract legally or otherwise.  Must take complete responsibility of project from inception to completion.  Must provide own transportation, food, shelter, and utilities and also provide same for Employer.  Employer will be completely dependent on you for the first several stages of the project.  You are responsible for keeping the employer alive and safe.  You are also responsible for teaching the employer basic life skills such as walking, talking and feeding themselves.  Following basic skills add such things as reading, math, history and social skills.  Eventually add advanced skills such as driving a car and balancing a checkbook.  Additionally you must instill values into the Employer to include honesty, integrity, and compassion.  Employer will not always be cooperative.  Costs associated with this position tend to increase with time; it is recommended that you have a second job or more.  You will be held responsible for the mistakes Employer makes for a minimum of 18 years, possibly longer.  There are no sick days or vacation; however, if Employer is sick you must provide adequate medical care.  There is no pay for this position.  There is no experience or education required.

Yet so many people do it!  Ready or not.  Able or not.  Most of us figure it out through trial and error.  Most of us do not become child abusers or deadbeats or do really much at all that messes up a child for life in any major way.  We are very good at protecting our children.  Sometimes I think we are too good at it.  I often look at my children and contemplate the concepts of Nature Vs. Nurture.   But I do know, for a fact, that for many years, the formative years, the parent is the only source of information that is treated as reliable; so parents, please be careful.  Take fear for example.  Just because something scared you doesn't mean it will necessarily scare your child...unless you tell them that it is scary. 
Example 1:  My son is terrified of roller coasters (but not heights and he has skydived).  His dad is also terrified of roller coasters (and heights in general).  I don't know whether his dad's fear affected his own.  I don't know if his dad or I told stories about his fear of roller coasters.  Most likely we did.  I don't know if this kind of fear is genetic.  What I do know is that roller coasters are quite safe in general and if I had an opportunity to start over, I would make a point of never mentioning to him that his dad was afraid of them. 


Example 2:  I was sitting down to watch a movie with my grand kids.  The oldest (age 6) said to me, "We're going to be scared by this movie."  I said, "Oh?  What makes you think so?"  She said, "My mom told me that she and my dad were scared by it when they were little."  The kids loved the movie and were not scared, but it is an example of just how seriously our kids take our own fears. 

Example 3:  The real inspiration for this blog is a coworker.  I don't think she'll mind, since it has become quite the ongoing conversation for us (to my eternal hilarity).  This woman is a college educated professional, but she has a long list of fears and phobias that I just love to make fun of.  She grew up in a sheltered environment in a home where mom was the final say on things and her mom was full of folk wisdom that she had heard (and believed) from her own mom and readily passed on to her daughter.  Some of the things I've heard from her recently include pregnant people attract sharks, sex with old people causes worms (which you get rid of by drinking a beer), and you can't go outside for 6 weeks after having a baby.  All just words of wisdom passed on by a loving mother doing her best to keep her baby safe. 
There are a million mistakes parents make.  I know I made more than my share.  Kids are built to survive regardless of how inept we are, but they do learn from us.  From what we say and what we do and how we treat people.  And they might also learn from what we fear.  So do your kid a favor if you can, let them develop their own crazy little phobias, don't pass on yours.

January 24, 2012

Dear Michaela

Dear Michaela,

Sorry it's been so long since I've written.  I hope all is well where you are.  Things are going just fine here.  This winter has been much warmer than the last two.  I even jumped in the pool the other day.  Yeah, I know, we got all the cool things after you left.  Being practical didn't seem quite so important any more. 

Your brother was here for three weeks over Christmas!  He is looking so good.  Doing well in school and his art is amazing.  He even took after you and stuck with being an RA, although he certainly doesn't love the job the way you did.  It pays the bills though.  He is going through the stress of grad school applications that you went through three Christmas' ago, but he knows better than to mention taking a year off; he saw where that got you.  He is still having problems sleeping.  He needs comfort, so if you have the time, drop him a line sometime. 

Of course you know about the problems the other kids are having.  I am much more patient than I used to be.  I realize each time, that it could be worse.  And I try to remember your philosophy of forgive, forgive, forgive.  But I know you would be frustrated too.  It is hard to watch someone you love make bad decisions.  I wonder if you got to hold little Miley before she came down to us?  Did you fill her in on all the important stuff?

So this is what I do sometimes.  I just pretend that you are away in some exotic location where communication is very difficult.  It isn't so hard for me to do.  Remember I grew up in a time before computers and cell phones.  When you were a baby in Germany we had to rely on the mail to send real film pictures back to our families and could only afford a phone call once a month or so.  I figure you are sort of in the same situation.  You have to save up to send messages and then just hope they don't get lost in the mail.  I try to remain open and alert so I don't miss them. 

It is getting a little harder though.  I'm not being as kind to myself as I was.  I took up kayaking and loved the peacefulness and mild exercise of going on warm mornings.  I even bought a kayak, but haven't been out in a long time.  We took up biking too.  Finding places to ride that we could enjoy scenery and exercise.  I seemed to be able to see the beauty of the world in brighter colors for a long time, but I feel like that is slipping away as I become used to it.  It is like living with a beautiful view out your window that you take for granted.  The hustle and bustle of life get in the way.  I need to remember to slow down and enjoy.  I know that is what you want me to do.  The weather is still blessing us.  Since you left, we haven't had a single important event marred by bad weather.  I used to remember to thank you for each beautiful day.  I know you are putting in a good word for us.  I think God knows that we need all the help we can get. 

I have been trying a lot of new things.  It seems easier to do something new sometimes than to do anything that is filled with memories of you.  There are some things I just won't do any more.  There won't be any boating and tubing on the Banana river for a very long time.  Maybe when the grandkids are old enough, I'll be ready.  I can't go to Del's Freeze.  I tried once; tears and ice cream don't mix.  I guess it is mostly the things I only did with you that are the things I can't bring myself to do without you.

When you first left, I worried a lot about people forgetting about you.  I don't worry about that any more.  You made such an impact on people's lives.  Ironically, my greatest fear now is that I am forgetting.  Our nomadic military lifestyle means that now there are so few around me who really knew you.  And who created shared memories with us from all of the stages of your life.  Only your brother really and it hurts him to talk about you.  Boys deal with things differently than we do.  So there isn't a lot of  'remember when' stories.  Anyway, they make most people uncomfortable.  Erin has been a blessing.  She can always make me laugh with her stories and she isn't the least bit uncomfortable about sharing them.  Amelia was by over Christmas too.  She is loving the Air Force and we shared some laughs.  Funny too, I get a lot of comfort from your Aunt Erin, she is an amazing woman.

Anyway, it seems like the most fun we had was when it was just the two of us, so there wouldn't be anyone to talk to about that anyway.  Those are the most precious memories and I'm afraid they will slip away from me.  Sometimes I remember us laughing over something and I just can't put my finger on what it was.  When we were alone we could let everything go and be just as corny as we wanted without worrying about it.  In the car, singing and making stupid pun jokes, at home making fun of bad TV, sitting in the living room til the middle of the night.  Laughing until we cried.  And sometimes crying until we laughed.  Sometimes I think there is no one could possibly exist who gets me the way you do.

I am so thankful for all of the pictures and videos we made.  One thing about having a camera in your face all the time is that it wasn't just the big moments that got captured.  It was the little things too.  I could watch a slide show for hours and just smile and remember and cry and remember.  If there is any way you could send a picture of yourself now, that would be cool.  I'd like to see where you are.  I'm sorry about giving up on the book and business.  I know you want me to continue, Kim told me you came to her to talk about it.  Don't worry.  I will do something with my photography and hopefully writing.  I just couldn't continue that particular project without you, I tried.   I'm waiting for the right inspiration and I'll know when it is right.  In the meantime, I want to enjoy that part of my life without any added stress of doing something with it.

Well, girly girl, I guess I have rambled on long enough.  I wanted you to know I am thinking about you.  Give Bear a big squeeze for me and have him sit pretty.  I miss him, but I'm glad he is with you.  I'm doing my best to be happy and have fun (just like you insisted in the note in the book).  I know it will seem like a long time until I see you again, but it is really just the blink of an eye.  Be in touch when you can!

Love
Mumzy Pumzy

PS.  I am enclosing a picture of your brother with Miley.  I thought you would enjoy it.

January 22, 2012

Spiritualist Camp

A few days ago a friend and I went to a spiritualist camp.  One of the biggest and most famous in the country, I suppose.  We went to see a guest speaker who claims to be able to bring Messages from Beyond.  In fact, that was the name of the presentation.  Going to this place has been on my list of things to do for quite some time and now seemed like a good time to go. 

We went with an open mind, prepared to experience, or not, whatever the event offered.  As any of my readers know, I am completely open to the idea of communication from the "other side" (although I don't believe it is another side, but just a part of this side we cannot see under normal circumstances).  I also believe that some people are more in tune and able to percieve these messages and sights.  I have to say up front that we came home disappointed by the event, but I'm only going to report the facts here and let the reader judge for themselves.  I promise to tell the truth as I percieved it. 

First, we got to the camp and I liked it alot.  The buildings were old and the atmosphere was very unique.  I will be going back to take pictures and maybe try a reading or other experience there.  We first partook of the book store and I bought many more books than I should have.  None of them are for actual 'reading' but they are more like pieces of art and education combined. 

Then we went to dinner at the restaurant.  The food at the restaurant was exceptional although we only had salads and cheese because we were pressed for time.  The musician playing the piano and singing, I'm sorry to say, was not so good.  Too loud and not very talented.  But that isn't what we were there for. 

Finally we went to the presentation.  The room was small and there were plastic chairs set up for an audience of what turned out to be about 20.  The windows were covered so there was no outside light.  But the room was well lit.  We had no idea what to expect from this experience, so we just took seats near the front where we thought we would be able to see well.  It turned out that every person in the audience was to get a reading.  Unexpected, but nice.  However, there was a lot of noise and disruption and I find it hard to believe that even a very sensitive person would be able to draw on a spirit or guide for every single person every single time especially under these less than ideal circumstances. 

He started from the back of the room and seemed to take quite a long time with each person, throwing out names and memories and thoughts in a very random way.  Some people he seemed to  hit a mark with, others not so much.  If he wasn't hitting, he moved on fairly quickly.  After about 10 people some themes seemed to be developing...lots of people were teachers, had the gift, drove fast, seemed to know to slow down when a policeman was there, were healers, were recieving healing from beyond, took on too much and should ask for help, almost everyone had a doctor and an indian guide.  There was just enough specific information to allow someone to choose to believe if that is what they wanted.  Mostly it was generalisms.  By the time he got to the end, he was moving much faster.

Finally he got to me and my friend.  I was a little nervous and hopefully expectant.  Soon after he started with me, I was disappointed.  But I will report on what he said that was and wasn't accurate and you can judge for yourself.  He started by saying he saw many around me, as he had with every person.  He said he felt an uncle, and the name Mike.  First all of my uncles are living and none of them are Mike.  The only Mike of significance in my life was my first husband and father of my children.  He said he was seeing a man, probably my grandfather.  I had hoped he would go on about that, but he did not. 

Then he said from 6-11 a Doctor Waterford was a close healer to me and there was something with my leg, my knee that was injured, but not severely.  By healer he meant in the spirit world, so I can't address that.  I never had a bad knee injury other than scraped knees.  I had ankle injuries, but they were on the opposite leg of the one he indicated.  He said at the age of 13 I became a rebel and turned away from the religion that my parents wanted for me.  Ok, at the age of 13 everyone becomes a rebel and I may have been a bit worse than some, but religion was not a part of our home life on a regular basis, so this has no bearing. 

He said I love the outdoors and love the water...love putting my feet in the water.  These are both true and something he didn't say to anyone else, but also I am very tan, so anyone observant would make that assumption.  Then he said my Indian guide was Running Creek, which just made me giggle. 

He specifically said that he saw 'no young people' around me, I believe I may have reacted to that in some way, because then he changed and said there was a young boy, perhaps a cousin, who was about 9 and had died in a bad way, maybe hit by a car.  There is no young man that I am aware of that died young in my life.  What is interesting about this though, is that a medium that contacted my aunt soon after Michaela died, said that she (Michaela) was with a young boy about 9, but she couldn't figure out the relationship.  So if anyone in my family can enlighten me, that would be helpful. 

He said to me, like almost everyone else, that I was bored at work, but there would be a good opportunity coming in June.  He said that I wanted to start my own business, which used to be true but no longer is a priority for me and seemed disoriented when I disagreed.  Then he said suddenly that Frank was there, but his real name, on his birth certificate, was Francis and asked if I knew who he meant.  I responded honestly, that my great Uncle Frank had died a few days ago (its only fair to be honest).  I have no idea if his real name was Francis.  He said to tell everyone that he made it to the other side safely and everything was well with him.  Since I was not close to this man and only remember meeting him once or twice, that seems like a stretch, but ok.  There were some other things that he said, but I can't remember right now.  Thankfully my friend took some notes, that helped me remember this much.

Then he moved on to my friend.  Again, I could see a lot of truth in what he said, much more than with me, such as identifying her as good financially (she has a degree in finance), but that is more her story than mine. 

Afterwards some people asked specific questions about the loved ones that they had come hoping to hear from.  He sent one woman crying from the room when he said her son had died with some recklessness but he wasn't alone now and was with a dog as his constant companion.  I could tell that they and the others who asked specific questions went away disappointed, but I couldn't bring myself to ask anything.

Finally we stayed for a second presentation that was called Transfiguration.  In this the room is darkened and a red light is shined on the medium's face.  During the 'seance' spirits are to manifest themselves across his face and wierd things may or may not happen depending on the energy in the room.  Nothing weird happened and it did seem as though his face changed, but it also seemed like I could create the same effect with a dim flashlight in a dark room.  He was constantly moving his head slowing around changing the shadows and the light he was using was a normal light, it had something on its base that was purported to be a dimmer, but seemed in the shape and size of a camera.  Of course, a true phony would be found out instantly by that, so I doubt is was anything of significance.  The more noise that was made by the crowd, the more spirits came (and the more he moved his head).  I was amused by this performance more than anything.  But to be fair at one point, the people on the other side of the room, about 5 of them, started talking about seeing a beautiful blond young woman who kept coming back and they were calling for her to come back.  I did not see this, but it gave me pause to think. 

Overall, there was enough truth that was presented to allow anyone who wanted to believe to believe, but not enough validation for anyone to say for sure that this person was able to deliver on what he promised.  I remain open minded, but skeptical of this particular man.  Unfortunately it is a field that is wide open to abuse and fraud. 

January 17, 2012

Chaos or a Universal Plan?

Ever wonder how people end up in the job they end up in?  I don't mean, necessarily, the unskilled workers who just find a job doing whatever they can find, but the professionals who choose unlikely career paths or specialities. 

This is a meaningless blog.  Just something I was pondering as I was reading an article about podiatry.  Really?  Podiatry?  What makes someone choose that specialty?  As a child was he just sitting around thinking of his future and envisioned feet?  Was he the worse in his class at med school or maybe the best?  Did he have a financial incentive?  I just can't imagine.  I mean, it took effort to end up in that field, it doesn't just happen. 

As a child most of us want to be teachers or doctors or firemen or police.  Maybe a veterinarian or a scientist as we get older.  But not very many of us end up in those positions.  Either we change our mind after finding out there is no money in those fields, or we find another interest, or life just happens to us.
I was an unfocused teenager.  Very good at school, but so good that it bored the quest for education right out of me.  I had ideas of what I would like to do (photojournalism), but no real plan to get there.  Finally I had no money for college and nobody pushing me to find a way, no counsellor explaining how financial aid works.  Nobody in my family had ever gone to college and it didn't seem like an option to me.  So I drifted for awhile and accidentally ended up in the Air Force.  Being in the military wasn't number 1, 2 or even 100 on my list of things to do with my life.  It just happened.  It had to do with a guy; seems like everything did back then.  

I had a very interesting career and life in the military.  I had a job I enjoyed in the Intelligence field; I got to travel and live in other countries; I got a Master's Degree without any student debt; I retired young with benefits, but young enough to start a second career.  I can't complain.  Not everyone winds up so lucky.  I'm pretty sure it is better to have a plan.  I don't think my children ever really considered that going to college was optional.  I didn't really give them that choice; it was just expected.  I love that my son is pursuing art though.  What a great career if you can make it.  And there is nobody telling him he can't make it, so I'm sure he will succeed. 

Somehow I feel like everyone should be able to live out their dream job, but yet that isn't possible is it?  Not every little girl can grow up to be a ballerina or a princess.  Somebody has to be a nurse or a receptionist or a bookkeeper or a construction worker or an office manager.  That is what I am now.  It is not my dream job.  It is a very good job though.  I suspect someday I will regret that I never really let go of the security of a good job in order to chase the dream; but a woman has bills to pay, right?

So back to the original question; how does someone wind up as a podiatrist, a dentist, a tax lawyer, a finance officer, an insurance adjuster, an actuary?  And how does a community generally end up with the appropriate number of the necessary skill sets?  Where does that balance come from?  Does the universe guide the number of High School dropouts vs. the doctoral students vs. the students who choose the trades?  Is it random chaos?  Will we someday run out of plumbers?

I don't know the answer.  Just pondering how life works.

Disclaimer:  All of the feet used in the production of this blog are my own; copyrighted for use by myself for my private use of walking and occasional jogging.  No feet were harmed in the production of this blog.