A mother's famous question to an other-wise occupied child. Are you listening to me? It is so frustrating to try to converse with someone who is not engaged. Look at me when I speak to you? Am I invisible? I'll try not to break out in song to Chicago's Mr. Cellophane or in my case Ms. Cellophane. To truly know someone you have to pay attention to them. In my own case, the person I need to be listening to is me!
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You'd think you'd know yourself, right? But I do believe we are evolving beings. I'm reading "The Life Span" for my Aspects of Human Growth and Development class. Chapter 1- who else but Freud! Id, Ego, Superego and the stages. Have you ever read through those and thought: Yikes! That's me!!!!
Oral Stage: Birth to 1 year- too much or too little and boom- you have an oral fixation. Traits for negative "oral" stage: smoking- check (but I quit a long time ago); over-dependency- check check- I just want everybody to like me!!! over eating- oh yes...so me; talkative- who me??? Now I'm not planning to call child/adult protective service because I haven't read through the whole book and I'm sure recent theorists will disagree with some of Freud's assessments, but being a mother myself there are just some negative behaviors that my children might (I haven't seen any!) possess that I'm not taking any credit for....they are on their own for those! I'm afraid I just can't agree with Freud for all negative behaviors being blamed on the parents! Period. We have to take ownership of our own down fall. If this were the case explain those children who had a rotten childhood growing up to be successful loving giving human beings? No, there are some things I'll say "okay, maybe we shouldn't have done that" but I'm not going down for everything. I know; I'm being anal!!
Back to evolving....so I'm thinking about my childhood and believe it or not I was a shy child around new people. I do believe I was pretty bossy around those I knew real well....sorry Brother and Cousins and Friends! But we moved in my early teens and for some reason (maybe survival in a new place?) Strawberry came out of her shy shell and found her voice.
Today is such a day. I padded down the hall tripping over dogs and cats and entered into hell's kitchen. Dishes were still in the sink and the dishwasher door was open exposing the still dirty dishes and Moana thought I don't like to clean the kitchen at night. Strawberry thought I like cleaning the kitchen in the morning. I have lots of energy in the morning. Inner Strawberry (not Moana....she is still a complaining bitch) has spoken. And what she is saying is that I get more things accomplished in the morning. This goes back to my evolving statement....I used to love to sleep and sleep late and sleep in and sleep out and just plain....sleep. Not any more. Recently I wake, feed animals, get my coffee, and turn on the computer and blog and check email/ FB/ etc. I think I have the hours in my days backwards. I need to get up and get things accomplished in the morning and then in the evenings blog and email and check FB.
My tummy is now speaking and it says "feed me." Hello, Body; I'm listening.
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