January 24, 2013
Hi!
Maritza again. Just wanted to state that, this is written documentation that my
Daddy needs a full brain scan. I'm talking about hugging himself all day while surrounded by pillows and the men in white. What made me come to this conclusion? Listen to this. Daddy says keep a foot on both sides of the
fence? Why? Where is it and how big is this fence. Is he serious?
So I had to ask Daddy. With a smile(as usual when I ask him to explain something for me) he leads with,
"It's about being opened minded. You have to keep a foot on both sides of the fence.
You must know both sides of any situation. Don't knock someone until you put
yourself in their shoes. Think like a person without luxuries, and a person with more than enough.
Think like a person who can walk, and one who can't. Think like a person
who is homeless, and one who is not. A person who can see and one who
can't. Put yourself in any particular position, then you can grow to appreciate what you have."
I have tried it and it just, makes me sad.
Daddy continues, "It would help to experience loss and pain, to empathize.....but we'll try to avoid it. Even though it's sad to say, it's a part of our life, our classroom, our teacher. I
believe, It would be just as effective to-basically-imagine what it would be
like. Break it down to it's purist form. Then the question I ask is, could you handle it? Would you be as strong as you are now? The brain
is an incredible thing, Maritza. Never take it for granted. I know I have told you before, to "never say never", but this is the exception.
Never take for granted your five senses, your ability to walk, run, stand, jump, grasp, or stand, the joy of seeing the
sunrise; feeling the warmth on your face, the serenity of the sun setting, to cue the calming of night, the walks along the beach, hearing the birds sing in the morning, inhaling the essence of breakfast in your house the moment you wake up. These, and many more are my perks of life. I will share them with you, so you will cherish the capability to hug, talk and listen to someone, laugh, cry and learn from someone, build, grow and prosper all on your own.
It gives your soul depth to consider
other people, their situations and how they feel. It breaks that
barrier(the fence), the blindness, so you are able to stand on both sides of the fence
and see things for what they are, appreciate what ever it is you have! To understand, you must be open minded"
Open minded? Does that make any sense? Wearing other peoples shoes? I just don't get it. Why would anyone stand on both sides of the fence, when it's perfectly fine and acceptable to stand on one side. And when did he break the fence? Will he get in trouble for it? Where is this fence he speaks so highly of? Can I see it? Come on
Daddy! I gathered my thoughts and confronted Daddy one more time about the fence and he said
"It's not a real fence, Maritza. It is the fence or wall put up, to block our vision of what is outside our lives."
So, now the fence doesn't exist? How can I believe what you say, when you keep changing the story around. I didn't get my answer; just then-ding dong-the door bell rang. Daddy went to see who was at the door. I glanced at the door. Daddy was blocking what looked like three men. One with a black clipboard tucked under the arm of his designer suit and tie. The other two men were bigger than Daddy, but not as tall. They wore white hospital scrubs and a mean look. I was scared; Daddy wasn't. He spoke to the men as if he knew them; he didn't. Daddy looked confused.
"Someone called the doctor and told them I was mentally insane. Did you call?", he laughed.
"No Daddy. I don't know how to use a phone"
"I was joking Maritza"
So was I.
To be continued......
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
I Don't Remember You, Do You Remember Me?
Hi remember me?
I am the youngest of your four children. I was the infant, who didn't have a care in the world. I was the little baby with the dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, just like Daddy. The first day of life given to me, was at Franklin Square Hospital. A hospital, Daddy said "was the better choice between the hospitals", Maritza and I were born in. When I was born I looked angry at the world because of the crinkle in my brow. Daddy calls it "My pretty girl, with the mean look. Born on Friday the thirteenth"-Whatever that means. He told me when the doctor(a little old lady) cut the umbilical cord, it caused blood to squirt across the room, splatter on the floor, and desecrate a privacy curtain. She asked the nurses around her to "get something to mop this up". I've seen pictures of the curtain.; Daddy making funny faces in them, Do you remember? Daddy laughs when he talks about it. I asked him why? He says "It's a funny coincidence. Blood everywhere, superstitious date, horror movie, and the fact that I have pictures to prove it" A hearty laugh, along with "We will both have a good chuckle, when you're older" followed.
I am older since we last saw each other. I was using a sippy cup and diapers. I was too small to think about using the potty, let alone by myself. I couldn't dress myself, feed myself, or talk. I was an infant, a baby. I am a big girl now, despite not remembering if I was walking when we last saw each other, or how many words I could say. What I can tell you is what any three year old could tell you. I am potty trained, know most of my colors, the whole alphabet, and day by day, Daddy works with me to help improve my pronunciation and enunciation skills. I have a wonderful life. Daddy is my guide and Maritza is my partner. Even though she speaks for me, bosses me around, and takes up the spotlight, I am so happy to have her in my life. I could ask her anything, and if she doesn't know, I could ask Daddy, he seems to know everything about me and Maritza. He keeps perfect records and accounts of our lives. He is a man of many words and even more lessons, but I guess you knew that. Daddy told me my first word was "Daddy". I smile when I think of it.
Daddy doesn't speak much of you, only when Maritza asks. I did overhear, Daddy tell Maritza you were at work and you loved us with all your heart. I know must; every mommy loves their children. Maritza also says, we have two other sisters; Jazmine and India,and your name is Chrissie. The only reason I know this is, whenever someone mentions their mommy, Maritza yells out "my mommy's name is Chrissie!" I don't say a word based on lack of physical evidence. My eyes do have a tendency of seeking out Daddy when such a comment presents itself. My Daddy is my Mommy & my Daddy. I know he will always be there for me. He is confident with his words of discipline and logic. He has a respect for us that demands an echo, which request only the best from us. Daddy has been with me every step of the way in my adventures of becoming a big girl. He held my hand when all I wanted was a sippy cup, and all I kept getting were open top cups(Daddy calls them big girl cups). Daddy walked with me down the unfamiliar path to the potty. Where(I found out through my own observation)every big girl goes when they need to relieve themselves.
In hopes to break us of our pull-ups, Daddy has carried me and Maritza to the potty(separately) every night for the past two weeks. A few accidents, nothing major. Daddy says "accidents happen; it's nothing to be ashamed of". The joy that overcomes us when we wake up dry, is only matched by the feeling of wearing big girl panties all through the night. Don't get me wrong I loved the princess pull-up prints, but it's time to grow up and put(like Daddy says) "my big girl draws on". I don't mind, because my panties have Dora, princess, penguins and flower prints on them. So, I'm adjusting nicely. Thank you Daddy. He says his knowledge is the water poured on his blossoming roses(that's us) for them to grow. I can go on and on about my Daddy; he's all I've known these past years. He has been around for every birthday, every achievement, every bruise and scrape, every tear filled eye, every scary nightmare, and every sweet dream. He has been there to catch me as I fall, guide me as I wander, motivate me when I fall behind, reprimand me when I get out of line, and love me when love is all I need.
The reason for this letter is because Maritza wrote one and I don't want to be left out. I see every child around my age with their mommy. I recognize the way they look at her. I see the same glare, watching Maritza stare at Daddy that way. What is that feeling? Why doesn't it bother me? Why don't I care?...Daddy says "you're to young to understand and to young to concern yourself with such trivial question." I looked at him with a sense of security, dependency and trust, every child feels towards their caretaker. I know Daddy is my life and my foundation. We have met and known many people who have come into our lives. Some nice and some not-so-nice. It's hard to recall their names at times; but I will never forget who truly loves me. My life is filled with wonder and amazement. So, you can't blame me for forgetting the absent and unimportant. I only remember what's important in my life, and with I say "I don't remember you, do you remember me?"
Monday, January 7, 2013
Thin Line Between Genius And Insanity
January 7, 2013
OK! My Daddy has officially lost his mind. He talks about masks he doesn't own, hats he doesn't wear. "Life is a stage", he says. "We're all just playing a part. Some can switch roles, others can't. Many refuse or don't desire to portray a different part besides their own. They say, "what's the point?". The point is persuasion, manipulation, anticipation, foresight , and Power. Is that a good enough point to stab like a diamond piercing your forehead?". Eww Daddy; we don't say that. "Sorry. I didn't mean it that way". Did I ever mention Daddy's favorite book is The 48 Laws of Power? It is. Daddy says "It's a most magnificent piece of literature; An inspirational belles lettre of non-fictional mastery." (Whatever that means) Thanks Daddy! There could be clues in this book, I don't know. I could understand Daddy's insanity if I knew how to read. Daddy goes on to say "you have to wear a different mask for every situation. You follow me?" No, Daddy, but go on. "Let me stray of topic for a minute. The English language is a tricky collection of words. Every word holds a powerful meaning; how much emphasis we put on a word determines the weight the word puts on us. You still with me?". Carrying words? Weight? No, but continue.". We, who use this language on a day to day basis tend to mold it. Sculpt it into a form of weapon, an extension of the body, if you will." Do we have a choice? "No." OK.
"We wield this mighty instrument of peace and chaos. We all master the art; some don't acknowledge this gift of communication. Whether it be the practice of many, the ignorance of one, or the butchering of another, we must communicate. We eventually give words an additional meaning not originally intended. Our emotions once again, gain the upper hand, move ahead of the pack, take the wheel, and drive. It's so simple to understand. Yet, so difficult to comprehend. It is difficult to wake a mind up; after years of conditioning. It's hard to explain, when you girls are so young. I can still laugh though, because I will be repeating these words to you in many ways, shape, and forms; it will become second nature for you. The way religion is embedded in the minds of billions. You will have no choice, but to incorporate common sense, logic, respect, and reasoning into every facet of your lives" Hold on. What?
"Take for instance the word selfish. A great example for the open minded. Self is the noun in the word. It represents the total, essential, or particular being of a person; the individual. Our consciousness of our own being or identity; our ego. -Ish is the suffix in the word. It is appended to many kinds of words; to suggest something typical or similar to. It is appended to adjectives to mean somewhat, appended to numbers-especially times and ages-to signify "about" or "approximately", appended to roots; denoting names of nations or regions, to "be of" a nationality, region, place, or the language associated with a place. So you see, there is nothing bad, harmful or dreaded about the word selfish. We convince our children to share when they are young, to later learn: don't trust or depend on anyone, but yourself. Confusing, like the phrase "don't hide behind a mask".
"When I say masks. Many would get offended by the word, as if you were "covering who you are to fit in". If I had said "wear a different hat for every occasion", the reception of this thought wouldn't have been misconstrued. It would have been received as being prepared for any situation. If I can get the world to see this simple truth of our observation on reality and how we control it; I could begin to believe we can be more than drones, puppets and robots. We must use every moment to our advantage. Swim with the fishes, long enough. then, break off and take an alternate route. It will only help you to prosper and you will be surprised to know you have followers." Wait one minute. You just spoke of masks, the weight of words, molding, sculpting, weapons, instruments, butchering, driving, sharing, back to masks again, then to hats, fish, puppets and robots, and expect to have followers? I think it's time to get Daddy some serious professional help. Don't you?
OK! My Daddy has officially lost his mind. He talks about masks he doesn't own, hats he doesn't wear. "Life is a stage", he says. "We're all just playing a part. Some can switch roles, others can't. Many refuse or don't desire to portray a different part besides their own. They say, "what's the point?". The point is persuasion, manipulation, anticipation, foresight , and Power. Is that a good enough point to stab like a diamond piercing your forehead?". Eww Daddy; we don't say that. "Sorry. I didn't mean it that way". Did I ever mention Daddy's favorite book is The 48 Laws of Power? It is. Daddy says "It's a most magnificent piece of literature; An inspirational belles lettre of non-fictional mastery." (Whatever that means) Thanks Daddy! There could be clues in this book, I don't know. I could understand Daddy's insanity if I knew how to read. Daddy goes on to say "you have to wear a different mask for every situation. You follow me?" No, Daddy, but go on. "Let me stray of topic for a minute. The English language is a tricky collection of words. Every word holds a powerful meaning; how much emphasis we put on a word determines the weight the word puts on us. You still with me?". Carrying words? Weight? No, but continue.". We, who use this language on a day to day basis tend to mold it. Sculpt it into a form of weapon, an extension of the body, if you will." Do we have a choice? "No." OK.
"We wield this mighty instrument of peace and chaos. We all master the art; some don't acknowledge this gift of communication. Whether it be the practice of many, the ignorance of one, or the butchering of another, we must communicate. We eventually give words an additional meaning not originally intended. Our emotions once again, gain the upper hand, move ahead of the pack, take the wheel, and drive. It's so simple to understand. Yet, so difficult to comprehend. It is difficult to wake a mind up; after years of conditioning. It's hard to explain, when you girls are so young. I can still laugh though, because I will be repeating these words to you in many ways, shape, and forms; it will become second nature for you. The way religion is embedded in the minds of billions. You will have no choice, but to incorporate common sense, logic, respect, and reasoning into every facet of your lives" Hold on. What?
"Take for instance the word selfish. A great example for the open minded. Self is the noun in the word. It represents the total, essential, or particular being of a person; the individual. Our consciousness of our own being or identity; our ego. -Ish is the suffix in the word. It is appended to many kinds of words; to suggest something typical or similar to. It is appended to adjectives to mean somewhat, appended to numbers-especially times and ages-to signify "about" or "approximately", appended to roots; denoting names of nations or regions, to "be of" a nationality, region, place, or the language associated with a place. So you see, there is nothing bad, harmful or dreaded about the word selfish. We convince our children to share when they are young, to later learn: don't trust or depend on anyone, but yourself. Confusing, like the phrase "don't hide behind a mask".
"When I say masks. Many would get offended by the word, as if you were "covering who you are to fit in". If I had said "wear a different hat for every occasion", the reception of this thought wouldn't have been misconstrued. It would have been received as being prepared for any situation. If I can get the world to see this simple truth of our observation on reality and how we control it; I could begin to believe we can be more than drones, puppets and robots. We must use every moment to our advantage. Swim with the fishes, long enough. then, break off and take an alternate route. It will only help you to prosper and you will be surprised to know you have followers." Wait one minute. You just spoke of masks, the weight of words, molding, sculpting, weapons, instruments, butchering, driving, sharing, back to masks again, then to hats, fish, puppets and robots, and expect to have followers? I think it's time to get Daddy some serious professional help. Don't you?
Sunday, January 6, 2013
I Remember You, Do You Remember Me?
January 6, 2013
Hi, remember me?
I was two years old when we last saw each other. I have hazel green eyes, brown with light brown streaked hair, and many features in a face that clearly resembles your own. From what Daddy says, the very same look in my eyes, as you did. I am the child who lived in a big family. Two sisters and me. Then, it became three, me, my Mommy, and my Daddy everyday. I am the baby who crawled with one leg on the ground and the other one walking, remember? The child who made you so proud when we sang our ABC's together. I am the baby who watched my Daddy go to work nearly every single day, while you took care of me, India, and Jazmine, with Alyssia in your belly. I am your third daughter. I loved the color pink, and spaghetti and meatballs, I was the one who used to stand at the age of one, even though I couldn't walk, yet. My first word was Daddy. I am the baby who he drove to Bay View Hospital, on a stormy July sixth night as you caressed me in your stomach, while telling Daddy it was too far to drive to Franklin Square to have me. Daddy's first child. The one who traveled on a greyhound bus to Brooklyn, N.Y. alone with him to meet his Mommy, before she died, my namesake in her hospital room when I was only 3 months of age. I spent two years of my life with you and two years of my life missing you.
Do you remember the first day I walked? In front of Jazmines school? They were having a picnic on Dundalk Elementary's lawn for the 1st graders. I was afraid to walk on the hard surface of floors in our house; fearing the pain of falling. We didn't have carpets and the rugs were to thin. I was introduced to soft grass and dirt that day, the fear was gone. I took a shot; and I did walk. Five consecutive steps that afternoon. Daddy recorded that moment. We watch it sometimes. It's in his collection, along with countless photos and videos of us as babies. Daddy said he doesn't want us to grow up without remembering what's important. People tend to forget what's important, don't you think? Daddy also says, "only the uneducated can forget what matters most and only the foolish think they can forget." Do you remember how Daddy was? The over thinker? I'm sure you haven't forgot. It hasn't changed-it's even worse. Remember when he said he would read The 48 Laws Of Power to us as we slept? I've heard Daddy talk a great deal about a book called Mastery, the next muse I suppose. I'm happy to have him around, I couldn't imagine life without him.
We learn so much;Alyssia and I. It is mainly through Daddy's guidance-and a little of my own common sense-that I have come to a few conclusions during my life, thus far..... I am a wonderful person. I am a beautiful human being. I am somebody. I am the future. I am my own worse enemy. I changed my favorite color to red. I love spaghetti and meatballs more than ever. I can count to twenty. I recognize all the letters in the alphabet, pronounce the sounds they make, and I can even write them on our chalkboard or on paper. I start kindergarten in September. I will read before the summer. I still walk on my toes. I have long beautiful hair. I have manners and will correct anyone on theirs. I like to boss other children around. I have feelings. I talk to much. Not enough for Daddy. I love my sisters, I know who they are. I am the daughter of a man who has never left my side. I am great. I have nothing to worry about. I am loved and never will I doubt this. Daddy proves this with his meals-he loves to cook- to fill our stomachs, his deep thoughts to feed our minds, his high level of cleanliness of our cloths, body, and teeth, his humor to refresh our souls with laughter, his singing to boost our spirits, his motivation; to inspire the same, his confidence; so we never second guess ourselves, his light to brighten our future; so we can see the way, and most importantly; his heart.
It's been so long since I've last seen your face. I ask Daddy where you are and so does Alyssia. All we ever get, with affliction is "Mommy's working. You'll see her someday". Daddy has all the answers except-for some reason-that one. I was wondering if you can look me in the eyes,identical to the pair you see in the mirror, hold both my hands, and tell me...Honestly?
Where you've been and what you've been doing?, where you work and live?, why haven't we seen you?, is Daddy telling us the truth about you working?, when will I see you again?, and what you're thinking as you read this?, I have one more question to ask because I love you.....
Do you remember me? I remember you.
Hi, remember me?
I was two years old when we last saw each other. I have hazel green eyes, brown with light brown streaked hair, and many features in a face that clearly resembles your own. From what Daddy says, the very same look in my eyes, as you did. I am the child who lived in a big family. Two sisters and me. Then, it became three, me, my Mommy, and my Daddy everyday. I am the baby who crawled with one leg on the ground and the other one walking, remember? The child who made you so proud when we sang our ABC's together. I am the baby who watched my Daddy go to work nearly every single day, while you took care of me, India, and Jazmine, with Alyssia in your belly. I am your third daughter. I loved the color pink, and spaghetti and meatballs, I was the one who used to stand at the age of one, even though I couldn't walk, yet. My first word was Daddy. I am the baby who he drove to Bay View Hospital, on a stormy July sixth night as you caressed me in your stomach, while telling Daddy it was too far to drive to Franklin Square to have me. Daddy's first child. The one who traveled on a greyhound bus to Brooklyn, N.Y. alone with him to meet his Mommy, before she died, my namesake in her hospital room when I was only 3 months of age. I spent two years of my life with you and two years of my life missing you.
Do you remember the first day I walked? In front of Jazmines school? They were having a picnic on Dundalk Elementary's lawn for the 1st graders. I was afraid to walk on the hard surface of floors in our house; fearing the pain of falling. We didn't have carpets and the rugs were to thin. I was introduced to soft grass and dirt that day, the fear was gone. I took a shot; and I did walk. Five consecutive steps that afternoon. Daddy recorded that moment. We watch it sometimes. It's in his collection, along with countless photos and videos of us as babies. Daddy said he doesn't want us to grow up without remembering what's important. People tend to forget what's important, don't you think? Daddy also says, "only the uneducated can forget what matters most and only the foolish think they can forget." Do you remember how Daddy was? The over thinker? I'm sure you haven't forgot. It hasn't changed-it's even worse. Remember when he said he would read The 48 Laws Of Power to us as we slept? I've heard Daddy talk a great deal about a book called Mastery, the next muse I suppose. I'm happy to have him around, I couldn't imagine life without him.
We learn so much;Alyssia and I. It is mainly through Daddy's guidance-and a little of my own common sense-that I have come to a few conclusions during my life, thus far..... I am a wonderful person. I am a beautiful human being. I am somebody. I am the future. I am my own worse enemy. I changed my favorite color to red. I love spaghetti and meatballs more than ever. I can count to twenty. I recognize all the letters in the alphabet, pronounce the sounds they make, and I can even write them on our chalkboard or on paper. I start kindergarten in September. I will read before the summer. I still walk on my toes. I have long beautiful hair. I have manners and will correct anyone on theirs. I like to boss other children around. I have feelings. I talk to much. Not enough for Daddy. I love my sisters, I know who they are. I am the daughter of a man who has never left my side. I am great. I have nothing to worry about. I am loved and never will I doubt this. Daddy proves this with his meals-he loves to cook- to fill our stomachs, his deep thoughts to feed our minds, his high level of cleanliness of our cloths, body, and teeth, his humor to refresh our souls with laughter, his singing to boost our spirits, his motivation; to inspire the same, his confidence; so we never second guess ourselves, his light to brighten our future; so we can see the way, and most importantly; his heart.
It's been so long since I've last seen your face. I ask Daddy where you are and so does Alyssia. All we ever get, with affliction is "Mommy's working. You'll see her someday". Daddy has all the answers except-for some reason-that one. I was wondering if you can look me in the eyes,identical to the pair you see in the mirror, hold both my hands, and tell me...Honestly?
Where you've been and what you've been doing?, where you work and live?, why haven't we seen you?, is Daddy telling us the truth about you working?, when will I see you again?, and what you're thinking as you read this?, I have one more question to ask because I love you.....
Do you remember me? I remember you.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Whats In A Name
January 2, 2013
When we are born our parent or parents give us a name. Some are planned years or months in advance. Some are thought of at the day of birth, or days after. It is what we are called-our "label"-It is distinct. It belongs to us and only us. We use it everyday, and recognize it, when we hear it. Our name becomes and defines us, motivates and molds us. The way it is said projects intentions. From the very beginning, your name is on your birth certificate, written on your birthday cake, becomes your signature, and at the end of it all; ends up on your tombstone. You might have the same name as someone else, and still, your name feels unique when your Mommy or Daddy calls it; there's no doubt in your mind-they are calling you. We love to see our names in writing, on diplomas, degrees, and trophies. We like to see them in sports rosters, credits, and the spotlight. We love to hear it after the words, "The winner is, I love you, good job, and I missed you so much". The reversal to this is, we would rather not know our name, when we're asked "who did it?" or "who started it?" or when you hear your name called with such a tone, the only explanation is; You did something wrong. Our names are important to us. Even more so, for adults considering they have had theirs a lot longer than we have. There are many who dislike and even despise their names. Whether they were named after someone they don't respect, named after something they don't like or perhaps they've grown tired of it all together and even have the desire to change it. A few disregard their name, many embrace it.
There is another form of designation. It could either be a shorter version of our name or something we have done to earn it. They are called nicknames. They could be cute, ironic, obvious, irrelevant or funny. These nicknames-like our namesake-can be acquired during birth. Unlike our titles, it can be attained over time, in school, at work, through family members, through a childhood friend, or they can also be obtained by chance. Nicknames are created because they're easier to say, it's a traditional family by-name, or you gave it to yourself to better suit your likings. Lets face it, how could you get someones attention or how could you make contact with them from across a distance. What would yell out? Hey you? That could mean anyone. Daddy says our names so frequently, through the course of a day, it's almost as if he loves to hear himself say them. If it's not our names loud and clear, it's "pretty girl" or "baby" when he's getting upset.When the aggravation-shows it's smiling face-only towards me, you will here Mrs. Perez or simple baritone. Perez. Never have I heard him call us by anything else...He does have a habit of slipping and calling us by each others name, not frequently, but occasionally.
My question after the knowledge of this; Why do I hear parents call their children by other names? Is it that they don't like the name they gave to their offspring? Maybe, they made a mistake? Too difficult to pronounce? You would think after repeating it for years it would roll off the tongue like a melody. Instead, I hear names that can't possibly be their designated birth-name. A nick-name, maybe? I've heard it in supermarkets, department stores, and other places parents reprimand. Calling their own creations "Stupid", "Dumb", "Idiot", "Moron" or "Gay". How about "Retarded", "worthless", or "fat". Daddy doesn't let us use these words, but I'm only repeating what I've heard. Please don't tell Daddy. Ty. It hurts to hear these words; let alone imagine using these words as a description for a human being. Daddy told us we don't use bad words, at anytime anyone? No one likes to be called anything but their name. Even if, its "Tattle-Tail", "Copy- cat", "Meany" or "Greedy". We would rather hear the comfort of a familiar voice calling our name. Someone we love, saying our name with pride, confidence, and certainty.
My question again is why would a parent call their children these things if its not their name? Are we not a product of our parents or guardians? Are we not their offspring? A chip off the old block? Like father like son? Like mother like daughter? If the apple doesn't fall far from the tree doesn't that imply that anything a parent chooses to call their child is just a description of themselves? If your child was brilliant as a result of your intelligence wouldn't you call him or her that. So it's safe to say, if you call your child stupid, it's in direct relation to your own stupidity?, and isn't name calling punishable by law? So I ask my Daddy. He looked at me; his hands preparing to sign(Daddy talks with his hands) and said " name calling is when there is a lack of vocabulary in a persons mind. When a person is unable to articulate their thoughts. They resort to name calling to escape they're trouble with the English language. It can also be when someone is so aggravated with someone-be it an adult or a child-they make the mistake of letting their temper get the best of them. Some feel regret after they realized what they had done and for some, name calling is all they were taught growing up; it's all they know.". "Did their mommy and daddy teach them to be that way?", Alyssia asked. "Unfortunately, it's sad to say, in most cases, yes". "Why, Daddy?". "That, I couldn't tell you, Alyssia."
Daddy's eyes looked up from the floor. His gaze now on us; with a deep breath and said "I can tell you this, pretty girls, I will teach you to pay close attention to labels-much like any words you hear-to decipher whether or not they are a basic description, a polite gesture, a humorous term of endearment, a compliment, sign of respect, a display of affection, an insult, disrespect, abusive, or irrelevant. Along with that, comes my duty to educate you on the horrible truth of the untamed, undisciplined, and emotionally denied, the majority of our society's motivational inclination, and their indifference of the whole situation. It will be hard at times; I know. I just hope I can prepare you the best I can, for all this, and yet, it is not my greatest concern. My greatest concern is to train you to be aware of your surroundings, situation, possibilities, advantages, strategy and respect. To hard wire in you, the power and control you have over yourself. It is one of the many ways I can show you, I love you".
"We love you too, Daddy, but you could of just told us"
"I tell you I love you all the time, that's easy. Showing you through example is what makes me Daddy."
When we are born our parent or parents give us a name. Some are planned years or months in advance. Some are thought of at the day of birth, or days after. It is what we are called-our "label"-It is distinct. It belongs to us and only us. We use it everyday, and recognize it, when we hear it. Our name becomes and defines us, motivates and molds us. The way it is said projects intentions. From the very beginning, your name is on your birth certificate, written on your birthday cake, becomes your signature, and at the end of it all; ends up on your tombstone. You might have the same name as someone else, and still, your name feels unique when your Mommy or Daddy calls it; there's no doubt in your mind-they are calling you. We love to see our names in writing, on diplomas, degrees, and trophies. We like to see them in sports rosters, credits, and the spotlight. We love to hear it after the words, "The winner is, I love you, good job, and I missed you so much". The reversal to this is, we would rather not know our name, when we're asked "who did it?" or "who started it?" or when you hear your name called with such a tone, the only explanation is; You did something wrong. Our names are important to us. Even more so, for adults considering they have had theirs a lot longer than we have. There are many who dislike and even despise their names. Whether they were named after someone they don't respect, named after something they don't like or perhaps they've grown tired of it all together and even have the desire to change it. A few disregard their name, many embrace it.
There is another form of designation. It could either be a shorter version of our name or something we have done to earn it. They are called nicknames. They could be cute, ironic, obvious, irrelevant or funny. These nicknames-like our namesake-can be acquired during birth. Unlike our titles, it can be attained over time, in school, at work, through family members, through a childhood friend, or they can also be obtained by chance. Nicknames are created because they're easier to say, it's a traditional family by-name, or you gave it to yourself to better suit your likings. Lets face it, how could you get someones attention or how could you make contact with them from across a distance. What would yell out? Hey you? That could mean anyone. Daddy says our names so frequently, through the course of a day, it's almost as if he loves to hear himself say them. If it's not our names loud and clear, it's "pretty girl" or "baby" when he's getting upset.When the aggravation-shows it's smiling face-only towards me, you will here Mrs. Perez or simple baritone. Perez. Never have I heard him call us by anything else...He does have a habit of slipping and calling us by each others name, not frequently, but occasionally.
My question after the knowledge of this; Why do I hear parents call their children by other names? Is it that they don't like the name they gave to their offspring? Maybe, they made a mistake? Too difficult to pronounce? You would think after repeating it for years it would roll off the tongue like a melody. Instead, I hear names that can't possibly be their designated birth-name. A nick-name, maybe? I've heard it in supermarkets, department stores, and other places parents reprimand. Calling their own creations "Stupid", "Dumb", "Idiot", "Moron" or "Gay". How about "Retarded", "worthless", or "fat". Daddy doesn't let us use these words, but I'm only repeating what I've heard. Please don't tell Daddy. Ty. It hurts to hear these words; let alone imagine using these words as a description for a human being. Daddy told us we don't use bad words, at anytime anyone? No one likes to be called anything but their name. Even if, its "Tattle-Tail", "Copy- cat", "Meany" or "Greedy". We would rather hear the comfort of a familiar voice calling our name. Someone we love, saying our name with pride, confidence, and certainty.
My question again is why would a parent call their children these things if its not their name? Are we not a product of our parents or guardians? Are we not their offspring? A chip off the old block? Like father like son? Like mother like daughter? If the apple doesn't fall far from the tree doesn't that imply that anything a parent chooses to call their child is just a description of themselves? If your child was brilliant as a result of your intelligence wouldn't you call him or her that. So it's safe to say, if you call your child stupid, it's in direct relation to your own stupidity?, and isn't name calling punishable by law? So I ask my Daddy. He looked at me; his hands preparing to sign(Daddy talks with his hands) and said " name calling is when there is a lack of vocabulary in a persons mind. When a person is unable to articulate their thoughts. They resort to name calling to escape they're trouble with the English language. It can also be when someone is so aggravated with someone-be it an adult or a child-they make the mistake of letting their temper get the best of them. Some feel regret after they realized what they had done and for some, name calling is all they were taught growing up; it's all they know.". "Did their mommy and daddy teach them to be that way?", Alyssia asked. "Unfortunately, it's sad to say, in most cases, yes". "Why, Daddy?". "That, I couldn't tell you, Alyssia."
Daddy's eyes looked up from the floor. His gaze now on us; with a deep breath and said "I can tell you this, pretty girls, I will teach you to pay close attention to labels-much like any words you hear-to decipher whether or not they are a basic description, a polite gesture, a humorous term of endearment, a compliment, sign of respect, a display of affection, an insult, disrespect, abusive, or irrelevant. Along with that, comes my duty to educate you on the horrible truth of the untamed, undisciplined, and emotionally denied, the majority of our society's motivational inclination, and their indifference of the whole situation. It will be hard at times; I know. I just hope I can prepare you the best I can, for all this, and yet, it is not my greatest concern. My greatest concern is to train you to be aware of your surroundings, situation, possibilities, advantages, strategy and respect. To hard wire in you, the power and control you have over yourself. It is one of the many ways I can show you, I love you".
"We love you too, Daddy, but you could of just told us"
"I tell you I love you all the time, that's easy. Showing you through example is what makes me Daddy."
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Happy New Year, 2013!
January 1, 2013
"Happy new year Maritza!!". "Happy new year Alyssia!!".
What is this we've been hearing all day. We don't remember hearing it before. It doesn't seem familiar. what does it mean?....we ask our Daddy & Daddy said, "the whole world celebrates the coming of a "new year". When the earth makes a full cycle around the sun and so do the people that inhabit it. The earth renews itself. It is once again in the position it has been in 365 days ago. The third rock from the sun and its animals follow a very predictable pattern. We as human beings follow a different path. We have the ability to choose our paths, we can change our pattern from year to year, or keep it the same, if we like. That is why the new year is so important for most. We can look back at all of our accomplishments and all of our mistakes. All the events that have changed our lifestyle, way of living, and way of thinking. A look back as if judgement day was upon us. There is an abundance of treasure in the gift of memory. Every moment is a gem, from the most common, everyday lessons, to the rarest, valuable forms of education through our hardships. Avoiding the past, is to be ashamed of it. Yes, we should never dwell on anything, instead, we should observe. Be our own observer. We must learn from example, and what better example then the one we have lived through this past year. The one we had front row seats for, all year long. The "new year" is first, a celebration of the old, a fantastic capability to look back at it all. To know you made it. To have all that behind you. Ready for a new.
The word new-from what we know- is a clean, refreshing Like our new coats or our new boots. Or, better yet our new Christmas toys. So when we hear about a new year we want one too!! Daddy says "it's not like that but it's something like that." Huh? He said "it's like it's brand new. A new perspective, outlook, beginning, and hopefully attitude. Like a new toy right out off the box." Then we wanna see it. "You won't be able to physically see it" he said. "The new year is like an imaginary clean slate, which you can do what you will. Or, you can leave it in the box and wonder as you stare at it through the plastic.". "Can we play with it?", we both asked. "Not really, but if you think about it; yes you could probably play with it"-"So can we?", we asked abrubtly. Daddy chuckled, paused and said "you will get your chance. Unfortunately. you won't know if you played with the new year until it's over". With a bit of confusion in our minds we replied "That's not fair"Daddy quick with his words said, simply "Life's not fair girls. I'll teach you that". Observing the frowns on our face, he then added "It will be a ride to remember. My slate is like most. Filled with plans and maps on how my hopes and wants will unfold in the new year. The joys of spring. The energy of summer. The fun days at the beach, the pool, and the parks. Relaxing by the water, having a picnic, and the fact that I have my two girls with me, is the major plus to any year; and let's not forget you start school this year, Maritza". "Schooooool, yeaaaa......does this mean I won't see you and Alyssia all year long", I asked with concern. "No, it doesn't. You will be with us the entire year, from beginning to end". A sigh of relief expelled from my body as Daddy went on to tell us. "There are some who make the most of the "new year" and some who don't. There are those who are a victim to life's circumstances & there are those who are a victim to their own circumstances. Those who will not let themselves remain a victim; work on change. It is a daunting task. It takes a lot of effort, time and dedication. Too much at times but we get through if we try. We look to the NEW Year as a way to give us that incentive and motivation to change. Even if it's minor . It's a lot to take in so look at this year 2013 as if you were sitting in a new car and Daddy was driving....
Buckle up. Sit back and enjoy the ride."
That's what will do and that's why we love our Daddy.
Happy New Year!!!!
We can't wait to see it.
"Happy new year Maritza!!". "Happy new year Alyssia!!".
What is this we've been hearing all day. We don't remember hearing it before. It doesn't seem familiar. what does it mean?....we ask our Daddy & Daddy said, "the whole world celebrates the coming of a "new year". When the earth makes a full cycle around the sun and so do the people that inhabit it. The earth renews itself. It is once again in the position it has been in 365 days ago. The third rock from the sun and its animals follow a very predictable pattern. We as human beings follow a different path. We have the ability to choose our paths, we can change our pattern from year to year, or keep it the same, if we like. That is why the new year is so important for most. We can look back at all of our accomplishments and all of our mistakes. All the events that have changed our lifestyle, way of living, and way of thinking. A look back as if judgement day was upon us. There is an abundance of treasure in the gift of memory. Every moment is a gem, from the most common, everyday lessons, to the rarest, valuable forms of education through our hardships. Avoiding the past, is to be ashamed of it. Yes, we should never dwell on anything, instead, we should observe. Be our own observer. We must learn from example, and what better example then the one we have lived through this past year. The one we had front row seats for, all year long. The "new year" is first, a celebration of the old, a fantastic capability to look back at it all. To know you made it. To have all that behind you. Ready for a new.
The word new-from what we know- is a clean, refreshing Like our new coats or our new boots. Or, better yet our new Christmas toys. So when we hear about a new year we want one too!! Daddy says "it's not like that but it's something like that." Huh? He said "it's like it's brand new. A new perspective, outlook, beginning, and hopefully attitude. Like a new toy right out off the box." Then we wanna see it. "You won't be able to physically see it" he said. "The new year is like an imaginary clean slate, which you can do what you will. Or, you can leave it in the box and wonder as you stare at it through the plastic.". "Can we play with it?", we both asked. "Not really, but if you think about it; yes you could probably play with it"-"So can we?", we asked abrubtly. Daddy chuckled, paused and said "you will get your chance. Unfortunately. you won't know if you played with the new year until it's over". With a bit of confusion in our minds we replied "That's not fair"Daddy quick with his words said, simply "Life's not fair girls. I'll teach you that". Observing the frowns on our face, he then added "It will be a ride to remember. My slate is like most. Filled with plans and maps on how my hopes and wants will unfold in the new year. The joys of spring. The energy of summer. The fun days at the beach, the pool, and the parks. Relaxing by the water, having a picnic, and the fact that I have my two girls with me, is the major plus to any year; and let's not forget you start school this year, Maritza". "Schooooool, yeaaaa......does this mean I won't see you and Alyssia all year long", I asked with concern. "No, it doesn't. You will be with us the entire year, from beginning to end". A sigh of relief expelled from my body as Daddy went on to tell us. "There are some who make the most of the "new year" and some who don't. There are those who are a victim to life's circumstances & there are those who are a victim to their own circumstances. Those who will not let themselves remain a victim; work on change. It is a daunting task. It takes a lot of effort, time and dedication. Too much at times but we get through if we try. We look to the NEW Year as a way to give us that incentive and motivation to change. Even if it's minor . It's a lot to take in so look at this year 2013 as if you were sitting in a new car and Daddy was driving....
Buckle up. Sit back and enjoy the ride."
That's what will do and that's why we love our Daddy.
Happy New Year!!!!
We can't wait to see it.
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