Of a child with DMD or Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy like my grandson has this in his future
I was a young girl and dreamed about my future. I always loved animals even though the worms I pulled apart, ants I tried to burn with the magnifying glass or potato bugs I absolutely loved to see curl up in a circle so I could roll them down the driveway or the slugs I poured salt on would never think so 😉 but I always wanted to be a vet and take care of dogs and horses. I suppose at my young age I thought I could pick and choose. My passion stayed with me so very strong until my parents divorced. my life changed then and so did my dreams. I lost what I wanted,my thoughts were no longer on my future, but only on my dad, my brother, sister and our well being. On day to day items and taking care of them. I was in 6th grade. My dad remarried, he married his brothers ex wife, so my aunt became my mom, my cousins became my brother and sister. I loved my siblings all as one and still do to this day. They are my blood, they are my brothers and my sisters and I wouldn’t change that part for anything. What I would change is how this one event changed my entire life, dreams, beliefs and trust. They say things happen for a reason and that you choose your own destiny….. I don’t think so…
Take things in stride, pick your battles, is this issue or item going to ruin your life, put your family, job or friends at risk? If no then why sweat the small stuff. Do you always have to have the last word, what difference does it make. Shut up sometimes, let someone else speak last for a change. Do you always have to be right? Why, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, if you don’t agree so what, not everyone agrees with your opinion either but that doesn’t make it wrong or right. Do you ever try to look at someone else’s point of view, where they may be coming from? Put the shoe on the other foot every now and again. You have no idea at all what someone else is dealing with.
How do you treat those that you care about in front of others? regardless of your feeling at the moment, do you put them down thinking your just teasing, do you shake your head or roll your eyes in front of them or behind there back. How horrible they must feel, think if that was them doing that to you. How would you feel, how disrespectful!
I guess what I’m saying is, does anybody have tact any more? Really, seriously? Think before you blow things our your hole, or what you call your mouth. Have some humanity.
Take the time to actually feel the love of others and embrace it. If they’ve taken the time out of their lives to acknowledge you in any way, be flattered, be humble, be gracious. I am currently sitting on my bed, lights off, hubby sleeping and my puppies are curled up around me and very jealous that I’m typing on my phone and not petting them. Gracie is trying to nudge the phone out of my hand with her nose while Bella has her head on my lap softly whining. I can continue to type or put my god forsaken can’t live without phone down for five minutes and pay attention to them. So that is what I do, put my phone down and focus on them for the quick few minutes it takes and they are now happily snoozing. So how do we think others feel? They invite us to lunch, instead of catching up or listening to how their lives are changing or sorrowful, new baby or they have found the home of their dreams we are more focused on what may be happening online that we are missing than what may be really important to others. What ever happened to caring, listening to your best friend, spouse, child when they are really reaching out, and your only half listening. They know when they have your full attention or not, do you want them to perceive you could care less, have them get advice or guidance somewhere else?. Put down your stinking social and media devices, come back to the touch and feel world for a few minutes have a face to face (if your man or woman enough) look your children in the face, listen when they tell you about their day, good or bad, give advice . It comes from the heart that way not in a text. When folks pay attention to you, when they look at you or ask how your day is, look them in the face and be sincere. Engage in face to face conversation. You truly cannot get to know any persons life, culture or heart thru texts on a page or a photo on FB.if you come to work and there is a note, cookie or such on your desk, it means someone has recognized you as a human being that is respected, be humble, thankfu and proud as this thing called human caring is few and far between. We wouldn’t want to cause ant kindness in the world now would we.
Really good read, I feel this way the older I get. Seems its all just a perception as time goes on. Maybe we were meant to live to old age keeping our child minds up close and personal. Is that the secret to being happy and young at heart, is that what this means? you are not living as you did when you were a child. Makes sense to me 😉
“A society will be judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members”
When was I was 5 my mother told me the key to life was happiness. When I was in school my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said happy, she said I didn’t understand the assignment, I told her she didn’t understand life.
- Watching the mariners again tonight which always brings me back to my grandparents that I spoke of last post. Brings back the smells, the smiles, the laughter. My grandpa who was always cracking jokes and telling my little brother that the reason he was missing fingers is that he bit them off while he was trying to feed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich 😁. That in turn makes me think of my grandma Olga who I loved sitting in her kitchen with, the bench seating around the wall in her kitchen, it wasn’t square though, it was round and fluffy with padding, she taught me how to eat cream cheese out of the foil package with our fingers 😁 which I still do in her honor today.my aunt grace who was diabetic and used to come stay at our house, she loved me but hated my rocknroll music lol. I remember staying with her also and her fluffy white dog scamper. We’d talk and laugh and she always had sugar free home made baked stuff that was soooo good. I loved sitting at her vanity in her room and playing with her stuff. I still have her locket that is filled with her smell.
One person who is in my heart and on my mind alot is my uncle Kip, he and aunt Ida would come take me places alot. Get me out of the house, we always had fun and I could be a kid, I could be myself. I loved my uncle unconditionally, he was always there, I knew without a doubt that he would be there with me my entire life. He was, he helped me through good and bad times, always with his twisted sense of humor and a beer or two or three, he was there when I was married to my best friend, when I bought my first house and helped pull me out of a police car so I wouldn’t go to jail, I have the utmost pit of guilt that I didn’t know he was ill and not going to get better until it was to late. I hope he knows how very much I loved him. He is buried at Tahoma National Ce which I can walk to from my house. I still visit from time to time when I need his calming voice and rational thoughts, he lets me know he’s still here and watching peacefully
Whatever you are, be good at it….