Showing posts with label friends and neighbors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends and neighbors. Show all posts

Saturday, May 17, 2008

POWER PLAY

Let’s begin by posing a question: Of the four professions in the poll, which one is least likely occupied by a woman? As you ponder the answer, reflect on the following passage from our successful woman’s first memory.

“When you pass by the nurse’s station, grin real big,” and he demonstrated by grinning real big for me. He said, “You can show them that you’re not going to be stopped.” He was so tall and I was so short, and they weren’t going to stop us.

Women’s Work, Men’s Work: Sex Segregation on the Job (published way back in the late 80’s!) is a frequently cited book in which the authors argue that society, the economy, and individuals all lose when workers are allocated to jobs on the basis of gender, race, or age, rather than on their ability to perform the work. Occupational segregation restricts individuals’ chances for self-fulfillment. Thus, when jobs are classified as men’s work or women’s work, neither men nor women are able to do the jobs that might suit them best.

Once you read the summary of the successful woman’s earliest memories, perhaps you will agree that she is, in fact, working in an occupation that suits her …even though she has chosen an occupation atypical for women.

For anyone who knows much about a chemical plant, he or she is aware that getting past the guard gate requires nearly an act of congress! Because of the potential for personal injury, sabotage, or even the probability of getting lost, gaining access to a chemical plant is a true rigamarow, and especially since 911. Even after passing a background check and a brief safety test, each outsider has to sign in, make known the nature of his or her business, wear a badge and protective gear, and leave in a timely manner. One thing is certain:
No unauthorized person just drops by a chemical plant and walks right in.

And no woman just drops by a chemical plant, hoping to be hired as a chemical plant operator either. For years, the position of plant operator was considered a man’s job. Even today, some men can be heard grumbling about women taking “men’s jobs” at the plants. The suggestion, among others, used to be that because these jobs pay well, shouldn’t men be hired before women? Some also said, “If women are operators, who will turn the large valves and make the tough decisions in a crisis?” In the case of our successful woman, she had to show “them” she wasn’t going to be stopped.

Starting as a laborer in 1976 and working up to a truck loader the next year, our successful woman ultimately worked one year each in the various operator positions, until, in 1985, she became the A operator, or as it is called – the top operator. To say that this totally feminine, hearts and flowers female was ahead of her time is a completely authentic statement. In fact, let’s remember the world in 1976, when she hired on as a laborer.

Jimmy Carter was elected President of the United States. The U.S. Supreme Court ruled that the death penalty is not inherently cruel or unusual and is a constitutionally acceptable form of punishment. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest won Best Picture. Love Will Keep Us Together won Best Record, and Still Crazy After All These Years won Best Album. Our nation celebrated the Bicentennial, a first-class stamp cost $0.13, and gas was about $0.67 a gallon! Yes, the social climate was definitely naïve in 1976.

In fact, only 56 years prior, President Woodrow Wilson urged Congress to pass what became the Nineteenth Amendment, providing that neither any individual state, nor the federal government, may deny a citizen the right to vote because of that person’s sex. Think about it this way: If you are a seasoned baby boomer reading this post, it is entirely possible that your grandmother was prohibited from voting for president – at least when she was first of voting age!

Thus, we might say, women have come a long way, and although there still are fewer women than men working in top positions in the control room of a chemical plant, some women are in those top positions, including our successful woman….now in her 32nd year as a chemical plant employee, 23 of those years as a top operator.

In reflecting on the entire first memory, are you also able to see that she is comfortable with power and with taking direction from a powerful person…in this case the doctor, a tall man, who showed her how to pass the nurse’s station with ease? She goes with him, takes his hand, pays attention to his direction, and is thereby rewarded with being able to see her mother.

In fact, as a consequence of paying careful attention to the tall doctor, she would have learned also how to return again to her mother’s bedside, when the doctor was not with her. By paying attention, she would later be able to mimic his actions and walk right past the nurses’ station into her mother’s room, just as though she had clearance – just as though “a company official had authorized her access to the mother’s room.”

She thus recalls the doctor teaching her about attitude and how to carry herself (with a smile like you’re not going to be stopped). Respect the power, but know how to flourish in the midst of it….a lesson she learned well and kept with her all these years...a lesson that has enabled her to thrive in an occupational world inhabited by men. Yes, it is so clear that her worldview is “I’m powerful via others.” Perhaps we might argue that when women appreciate men and become powerful with them, rather than against them, everyone is more likely to succeed, just as she has succeeded.

In the second memory, we are again witness to her empowerment via others. She listens to the adults’ instructions and keeps in her mind the signs to pay attention to, thus assuring that the birthday girl will not be ignored should she become overheated or overexcited, as evidenced by turning blue.

This, in fact, is the job of a plant operator: He or she must monitor the activity of the chemical process in action, and by looking often to a computer screen for signs and symptoms of anything getting out of balance or becoming overheated or over-stimulated; the operator can quickly orchestrate adjustments.


Failing to notice the young girl turning blue could have resulted in a family tragedy, just as failing to notice a chemical plant process getting out of balance could lead to a community tragedy. Thus we see that in the memory with the birthday girl, there is something higher going on than having a good time; just as in the memory of the mother in the hospital, there is something higher going on than making a visit.

Interestingly, both memories also involve illness and the owner’s relationship to illness. In both, our successful woman is neither a nurse nor a caretaker, so much as she is empowered by others to visit, to play with, and to align with the adults in managing someone else’s potential problem. This also sounds similar to her occupation, wherein she uses her skills of attentiveness to avert potential problems so that others are productive, and more importantly, so that others remain safe in the process of being productive.

As you might imagine, there is so much more in these two short memories than time allows for discussion, but it is true that our successful woman wasn’t going to be stopped (because she is powerful via others)! And good for her! When she soon retires from the chemical plant, I daresay she will again show everyone that she’s not going to be stopped in moving forward. What might she tackle next? (Indeed, her earliest memories give us some clues....do you see them?)

Friday, May 9, 2008

Grin to Win: Earliest Memories of a Successful Woman


Let's turn now to a successful Louisiana native. After reading her two earliest memories, you can select both her profession and her worldview by casting two separate votes in the polls to the right.

(1.) I remember one time when I was five and the doctor took me into see Mama in the hospital. He took my hand and said, “When you pass by the nurse’s station, grin real big,” and he demonstrated by grinning real big for me. He said, “You can show them that you’re not going to be stopped.” He was so tall and I was so short, and they weren’t going to stop us.

(2.) When I was 7, I remember my parents’ friends had a daughter who was about a year younger than I was, and we would play together. She had Down’s syndrome. We were all together for her birthday celebration, and I remember sitting around the table watching her blow out the candles on her birthday cake. After we had cake, we all went outside and played like regular children. At that time, we didn’t know any different and she was just like one of us. The only thing we had to watch for was if she got over-stimulated and started turning blue. She had heart problems.

What do you think? Is this person a college professor, a chemical plant operator, a mental health counselor, or an automobile salesperson?
Please vote in the poll to the right. (Note: This poll is now closed - and the results are... college professor (28%); chemical plant operator (42%); mental health professional (28%); automobile salesperson (0%). The correct answer is chemical plant operator.

And what is her worldview? (Note: This poll is now closed - and the results are included below - listed as percentage of those voting for that choice.) The correct answer is "I'm powerful via others."
1. I get my way. (6%)
2. I fake it to make it. (18%)
3. A smile opens doors. (12%)
4. I'm powerful via others. (62%)
Thank you for participating! I welcome your comments.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Rosemary on the Rocks

A careful reading of Rosemary’s two early memories (Birthday Boomerang and The Ride) tells us, among other things, that Rosemary wants to make sure, in present time, to avoid fearful and suffocating experiences and feeling of emptiness. By recalling on a deep level that my senses get me in trouble, Rosemary reminds herself what happens when she becomes overly excited and carried away (literally!).

Let’s take a closer look at “The Ride.”

In “The Ride,” we find Rosemary visually attracted to pretty rocks in her parents’ driveway. It’s no accident that Rosemary is drawn to a pink rock “to keep for Pawpaw” – pink representing the female gender – as she prepares herself to be presented to her father’s father. And once again, Daddy is central to the action.

Recall that in Birthday Boomerang, it is Daddy who brings home a lavish cake to surprise his wife on her birthday. To be sure, when Daddy’s around, excitement happens! Rosemary can hear it, smell it, and feel it, and today, she and Daddy are about to embark on a thrilling ride to Pawpaw’s house.

Everything about the experience is stimulating…the roar of the three-wheeler engine, the smell of the exhaust, the presence of her father, the strength of his grip as he places her up on the bike and then holds her tight for the trip to Pawpaw’s house, and the anticipation of giving Pawpaw his present: “herself,” and a pretty pink rock. Even with wind stinging her eyes, Rosemary notes only the remedy. “…so I keep [my eyes] closed,” she writes. In effect, the wind may be strong, but it’s nothing compared to the thrill I feel when riding safe in Daddy’s arms.


And with eyes closed (literally and figuratively), Rosemary focuses on the excitement of the adventure…until suddenly everything changes.

The road turns treacherous. Gravel, once considered pretty, now becomes a perilous surface under a speeding three-wheeler. Rosemary hears and feels the crunch of the rocks as she is turned upside down and finds herself lost in darkness. Now that previously exhilarating engine feels much too close and suffocating – probably holding Rosemary confined against the road. Daddy has disappeared, and along with him…the illusion of safety…and Rosemary's freedom.

Wow – what a big and powerful reminder to pay better attention, to observe before jumping in, to think and figure things out before saying yes, and to set limits and maintain privacy!


And if she doesn’t? Well, then it is Rosemary on the rocks…feeling inadequate and unprotected from situations and circumstances that somehow become too close and suffocating. Perhaps it’s better to observe more closely, calm down the excitement, and approach life from a detached point of view? Or is it?

Friday, January 4, 2008

Rock On... Rosemary!

Check out a second early memory written by Rosemary. In the poll to the right, select her worldview. (note - the poll has now been taken down...readers voted and the results are right here)
#1 - My senses get me in trouble (66%)
#2 - Men can't be trusted. (0%)
#3 - Enthusiasm is dangerous (22%)
#4 - Trouble follows me (11%)
Read "Rosemary on the Rocks" to learn the correct answer.

The Ride

“The pink one is pretty,” I think to myself. “I’ll keep this one for Pawpaw.”

Daddy is taking me on his three-wheeler to see Pawpaw, and I am gathering small rocks from our gravel driveway, picking out the ones I like the most.

I hear the roar of the three-wheeler engine, and I feel excited. I smell the exhaust from the engine – it smells like Daddy when he comes in from working on the farm.

Daddy scoops me up and sits me on the bike in front of him, holding me tight. I am five years old. We speed down the highway, onto the gravel road toward Pawpaw’s house. We are going fast, and the wind is hard on my face. The wind stings my eyes, so I keep them closed.

Then I hear gravel crunch under the wheels of the bike. I am falling. I can’t feel Daddy’s arms around me anymore. It’s hot and dark, and the smell of the engine is close and very strong.

“Daddy, where are you?” I am scared.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Rosemary!! Come to Your Senses!!

From the gazillions of moments comprising Rosemary’s childhood, she particularly remembers an incident occurring on her mother’s birthday. What is intriguing about Rosemary’s early memory are the many pleasing visual, kinesthetic, olfactory, auditory, and gustatory references throughout!

Rosemary recalls watching her mother put on make-up; including the same frosty blue eye shadow that Rosemary once wore for a dance recital
(…an event during which Rosemary most certainly received special attention).

Rosemary also mentions the cool feel of her mother’s blue and green flowered bedspread on her skin...and recalls looking forward to eating birthday cake. For her, as for most children, the sight, smell, and taste of icing, accompanied by the opening of gifts, is
la pièce de résistance!

When Rosemary’s father appears at the back door with a fancy cake covered in red roses, he tells Rosemary (speaking in hushed tones and perhaps leaning down to get close to her – very pleasing to a child!), “Don’t tell Mom . . . It’s a surprise.”

As luck would have it, however, just as Rosemary returns to the bedroom, she sees her mother applying color (like icing!) to her lips. Without realizing it, Rosemary becomes so swept up in the visual (and more) that she is unable to quell her excitement! As if in answer to the question: What will give me the greatest mileage in terms of getting attention (keeping the secret OR giving it up?), Rosemary gives it up!

“Before I can stop myself,” she writes, “I blurt out […the surprise].”

All in all, Rosemary’s attention is on attention. She not only attends to and enjoys her environment; she also seeks attention and pleasure for herself. Although we all seek attention and pleasure, children do so with the least amount of guile and sophistication; they just go for it! By blurting out her dad’s surprise, Rosemary gains momentary special importance for herself and also gets to enjoy that first look of genuine delight on her mother’s face – the look her father was hoping to score!

Rosemary then pays for her indiscretion when she has to witness the look of disappointment on her father’s face
(…and, we might guess, has to listen to his reprimand or maybe hear him complain that she spoiled the surprise… perhaps in the guise of teasing).

As a result, Birthday Boomerang is Rosemary’s internal warning not to get so caught up in life that she loses control of her boundaries, her privacy, and her space. When that happens, “I know I am in big trouble.” She might as well be saying, “My senses get me in trouble,” so I’d better withdraw a bit, conserve my energy, and reduce intrusions and demands… lest I be found reckless.

In terms of the poll, “Men can’t be pleased” is the easiest choice to eliminate. As for “Trouble follows me,” the memory in its entirety does not support this choice either; otherwise Rosemary might have mentioned a mishap at the dance recital, for example. And finally, “Enthusiasm is dangerous” does not work…partially for the reason Jenny gives in the comments associated with another post entitled “I remember one time….” As Jenny points out, if “Enthusiasm is dangerous” were the best choice, it would actually have to read “Enthusiasm could be dangerous.”

But more to the point, what drives or feeds Rosemary’s enthusiasm? By reminding herself on a deep level that “My senses get me in trouble,” Rosemary attends to the careful management of sensory input, in the hope of avoiding any “big trouble.”

(For those who wish to review Rosemary's memory, entitled Birthday Boomerang, I am including it right below....)

Birthday Boomerang

It’s Mom’s birthday, August 12th. I am excited, because I will get to eat birthday cake!

I’m with Mom in her bedroom. She is putting on her makeup… bright blue frosty eye shadow, the same color she put on me for my dance recital in May. I lie on her bed and watch. The bedspread is in blues and greens with big flowers. It feels cool on my bare arms and legs.

I hear Daddy come in the back door. I get up and run to the kitchen. He has a white box in his hands that he places on the table. He opens up the box, and I peer inside…Mom’s birthday cake! Creamy white icing with big red roses and fancy writing.

He whispers, “Don’t tell Mom…. It’s a surprise.” I nod in agreement, but I’m not really listening.

I run to Mom’s bedroom, and she is putting on her lipstick. Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Daddy has a surprise for you! It’s a cake!” Daddy walks in as I am speaking – disappointment on his face, his brow furrowed. I know I am in big trouble.

~Rosemary
1999

What is Rosemary's worldview?

1. My senses get me in trouble.

2. Men can't be pleased.

3. Enthusiasm in dangerous.

4. Trouble follows me.


Friday, December 21, 2007

Making Sense(s) of It All!

Okay - here's the deal. In one of the polls to the right, entitled "I am excited because I will get to eat birthday cake," I ask readers of Thinkwriter to name which of 4 senses Rosemary uses most often to experience her world, based on her earliest memory.

In the reprint of Rosemary's memory below, please note (in parentheses) the names of the senses she does use. Also added is the fifth sense (gustatory), even though it was not a part of the poll. By counting the times each of five senses is used, we can clearly "see" that Rosemary visually experiences her world....at least primarily, with kinesthetic falling close behind.

Check it out.

However, also note that "how" Rosemary experiences her world is NOT her worldview. It is not her her point of perspective, her "knowing fingerprint," her predeterminded optic view, if you will. No, "how" she experiences her world is not her "come from."
So, let's take our time and look at what might be her worldview. A new poll to the right asks you to name what you believe Rosemary's worldview to be (note: the poll has now been taken down - but read the post on 12/28/07 to learn more). Remember it is her knowing fingerprint, the point of reference indelible on everything she experiences, creates, touches, or also encounters...and more. Wow!


Birthday Boomerang
by Rosemary
It’s Mom’s birthday, August 12th. I am excited (kinesthetic), because I will get to eat birthday cake (gustatory/olfactory)!

I’m with Mom in her bedroom. She is putting on her makeup (visual)… bright blue frosty eye shadow (visual), the same color she put on me for my dance recital in May ("visualizing"). I lie on her bed (kinesthetic) and watch (visual). The bedspread is in blues and greens with big flowers (visual). It feels cool on my bare arms and legs (kinesthetic).

I hear Daddy come in the back door (auditory). I get up and run to the kitchen (kinesthetic). He has a white box in his hands (visual) that he places on the table (visual). He opens up the box (visual), and I peer inside (visual/kinesthetic)Mom’s birthday cake! Creamy white icing with big red roses and fancy writing (visual).

He whispers, “Don’t tell Mom…. It’s a surprise.” (auditory) I nod in agreement (kinesthetic), but I’m not really listening.

I run to Mom’s bedroom (kinesthetic), and she is putting on her lipstick (visual). Before I can stop myself, I blurt out (kinesthetic), “Daddy has a surprise for you! It’s a cake!” Daddy walks in (visual) as I am speaking – disappointment on his face (visual), his brow furrowed (visual) I know (kinesthetic) I am in big trouble.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Birthday Boomerang!


It’s Mom’s birthday... August 12th. I am excited, because I will get to eat birthday cake!

I’m with Mom in her bedroom. She is putting on her makeup… bright blue frosty eye shadow, the same color she put on me for my dance recital in May. I lie on her bed and watch. The bedspread is in blues and greens with big flowers. It feels cool on my bare arms and legs.

I hear Daddy come in the back door. I get up and run to the kitchen. He has a white box in his hands that he places on the table. He opens up the box, and I peer inside…Mom’s birthday cake! Creamy white icing with big red roses and fancy writing.

He whispers, “Don’t tell Mom…. It’s a surprise.” I nod in agreement, but I’m not really listening.

I run to Mom’s bedroom, and she is putting on her lipstick. Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Daddy has a surprise for you! It’s a cake!” Daddy walks in as I am speaking – disappointment on his face, his brow furrowed.
I know I am in big trouble.

~Rosemary
1999


All of us experience the “out there” world by way of our senses. Now that you have read Rosemary’s earliest recollection, which of the following is the primary way Rosemary experiences her world?
1. Visual
2. Kinesthetic
3. Olfactory
4. Auditory
Please record your choice in the poll to the right…and stay tuned for more about Rosemary coming soon. Thank you for participating!


FOLLOW-UP NOTE...Readers voted and 66% got it right - (the most used sense was VISUAL).

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Give me some sugar, Daddy.

First of all, to all the voters out there…THANK YOU for participating!

Let's see how you did....

Keep in mind that a person’s “worldview” is his or her distinctive attitude toward all the experiences of life. If you want to recognize your own or someone else’s worldview, figure out the logic of the person's earliest recollection(s) and the worldview will emerge.
(So cool!)

Take Madeline, for example. She reveals her worldview in a memory entitled “Daddy’s Money.” Once we understand Madeline’s memory, the correct answer is easy to see…so let’s get started.

Children instinctively know what they need, but they make mistakes in getting their needs met. Rudolf Dreikurs, a student of Alfred Adler, labeled the ill-conceived attempts of young children attempting to get their needs met, but going about it the wrong way, as “mistaken goals.” “Daddy’s Money” is an excellent example of this concept.

What Madeline wants is to be nurtured. Daddy leaves his change on the dresser for all to see. Mother hides the cookies and crackers in the kitchen and is herself apparently not available to reveal the hiding place. Madeline nurtures herself by accessing Daddy’s resources to provide for her needs after school. Thus Madeline will be able to get it right…to do what her parents are not doing…what she needs to have done. By taking Daddy’s money, Madeline nourishes her own "appetite" on the way home from school, thereby nurturing herself.

And yes, she uses her masculine side to take the money – demonstrating a deep belief in the value of her own life…
"
Just having Daddy’s money makes me feel better," she says.

Another way to arrive at the best answer is through the process of elimination. By paying careful attention to a couple of Madeline’s key sentences, we can eliminate both #2 (I get what I want) and #4 (I am in charge).

When Madeline says
"Inside I feel bad. I love Daddy and taking some of his change is wrong, but I do it anyway," we recognize that stealing to get what she wants is not something Madeline feels good about. As for #4 (I am in charge), the words I better get out of here and I hide the change in my bedroom
are not representative of a person in charge. Besides, if Madeline were really in charge, she could ask (tell or order) her mother to give her snacks.

As for the third incorrect choice…(I am a sneaky person), “sneaky” describes Madeline’s behavior…only. Worldview is scripted on a much larger canvas. In “Daddy’s Money," Madeline’s "sneaky behavior" demonstrates the lengths to which she
will go to
make things right.

So, there you have it. Although there is much more to Madeline’s recollection than what is detailed here, “Daddy’s Money” reveals a worldview that says I have to get it right.

If you were to meet Madeline today, you would find her focused on getting things right and avoiding mistakes, in addition to being self-reliant, industrious, and highly responsible. Imagine that!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Daddy's Money

Reaching out with my right hand, I scoop up four or five dimes and two nickels from the top of Daddy’s dresser. Nickels, dimes, and pennies are scattered about in no particular order. I better get out of here, I think to myself.

Inside I feel bad. I love Daddy and taking some of his change is wrong, but I do it anyway. It’s easy.

I slip back out of the room, feeling different. Just having Daddy’s money makes me feel better.

I hide the change in my bedroom, like Mother hides the cookies and crackers in the kitchen. On the walk home from school tomorrow, I‘ll buy my own snacks.
~Madeline
Okay, what is Madeline's worldview? Choose from one of the four selections to the right of this entry. Worldview suggests how you have made up your mind, how you keep your mind, and how you are "mindful" in every interaction in every moment of your life. It's a good thing to know.
POST NOTE: 23 readers voted and the correct answer is in red.
1. I'm a sneaky person. - 8%
2. I get what I want. - 34%
3. I have to get it right. - 17%
4. I'm always in charge. - 39%
( Please read "Give me some sugar, Daddy" to see what makes #3 the correct answer.)

Friday, November 30, 2007

a smug little smile says it all

In an engaging recollection labeled “bat-out-of-hell,” we find Carrie Ann keenly focusing on her mother.

As the scenario unfolds, Carrie Ann reveals that she and her father (Bill) are competing for the mother’s attention. Because of this competition, we recognize that "Mother" has all the power.

When the mother, in effect, "chooses" Carrie Ann over husband Bill by dismissing Bill from the room, Carrie Ann gives her dad a “smug little smile,” thereby bringing to light the joy she feels in winning the competition with Dad for her mother's attention.

“He stands up straight, looks at me and shrugs his shoulders, but he does leave. I give him a smug little smile as he walks to the door.”

Carrie Ann’s worldview also is made evident when we observe Carrie Ann's vertical movements relative to the mother's position. In the beginning of the recollection, Carrie Ann is “sitting on the bed.” She has placed herself in her mother’s personal space, an “up position.” When admonished by her mother to get off the bed, Carrie Ann obeys and finds herself in a “down position.”

“Carrie Ann, get off the bed…you’re messing it up!”

However, after the mother dismisses husband Bill from the room, she turns to Carrie Ann for help, thus inviting (or ordering) Carrie Ann back up on the bed...the "up position."

“Carrie, would you hook these pearls for me?”

Immediately, Carrie Ann “leaps from the floor to the bed,” standing now as tall as her mother to fasten the pearls. Her mother validates Carrie Ann’s authority by calling her a "bat-out-of-hell," sounding to Carrie Ann like the best compliment she's ever heard...even causing Carrie Ann to feel
"courageous."

At last, if only for a brief moment, Carrie Ann senses that she is as powerful as her mother, the parent who no doubt wins most of the contests in their household. A full history would likely reveal that the mother is the true bat-out-of-hell in Carrie Ann’s childhood.


Thus, only by winning...I have to win... will Carrie Ann be assured a safer, one-up position in her home (and life) – to be powerful (and respected) like the mother (not “the man,” like dad, who gets dismissed from the room; or simply “courageous,” because it’s about more than just courage; or focused on “women ruling,” because in Carrie Ann’s memory/life, only one woman - her mother - is the ruler).

So…how did you do? Did you choose the best answer? While all the answers have merit, only I have to win says it all. Please share your comments and questions with me and stay tuned for a new early recollection coming soon! Maybe yours?

Friday, November 23, 2007

bat-out-of-hell

Sitting on the bed, I watch my mother get dressed. Tonight is our night; Mother and I are going together to my straight “A” celebration at school.

“Carrie Ann, get off the bed,” she snaps. “You’re messing it up!”

I move to the floor. As I watch my mother, I wonder when I grow up will I be as tall as she is, have big boobs, paint my fingernails, wear tight dresses and those hose with little snaps in the front and back. Seems like an awful lot of things to do to be pretty. And my mother is pretty I think.

My dad comes in and leans over to kiss her neck. I look away, embarrassed, because she’s only wearing underwear. She looks at him and smiles….”Get out of here Bill; can’t you see I’m trying to get dressed?”

He stands up straight, looks at me and shrugs his shoulders, but he does leave. I give him a smug little smile as he walks to the door.

“Carrie, would you hook these pearls for me?” I dive onto the bed, knowing as I make the leap from the floor to the bed; it’s the wrong thing to do.

“Why do you always move like a bat-out-of-hell?” she asks. I shrug, but I think how much I like being a bat-out-of-hell. I say it over and over in my head as it sounds courageous to me.

Mother brushes her hair over and over while looking in the mirror, glancing at me as she does. She probably wishes I would do the same. Then she slips on her black dress, fixes the necklace of pearls just so-so, puts on the earrings that match, slips into her very high-heeled shoes, and tells me it’s time for us to go. I look up at her as I slowly slip my hand in hers and think …there will not one person in my class with a mother as pretty as mine.

written by Carrie Ann
2007

Okay…what is Carrie Ann’s worldview? Choose from the following…
1.) I have to win.
2.) Women rule.
3.) I’m courageous.
4.) I’m the man.
PLEASE VOTE for your choice in the poll located on the right.
POST NOTE: 17 people voted/ 35% for #1; 17% for #2; 35% for #3; 11% for #4. The correct answer is #1.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Thanksgiving...a day not like the others

a thinkwriter remembers ...

I am so excited about today; today being Thanksgiving. It’s early, and Daddy is getting the car so we can go to the Children’s Home to pick up a girl my age named Rebecca. She’s going to spend the day with us – from early this morning to late this afternoon. I am so excited! Naturally, I want her to spend the night, but Mother has already warned me that she can’t spend the night, so don’t ask again.

Rebecca seems quiet at school, and to me she looks like a person with parents and somewhere familiar to go on Thanksgiving. She looks like any other girl I know, but I guess she’s different.

Daddy has on a plaid shirt, and he looks ready for company. I sit in the front seat with him, and finally we are pulling out of the driveway to make our way to the Children’s Home. I thought this day would never get here. I can’t believe Daddy will soon be walking up to the front door of one of those red brick buildings to bring someone out to come to our house.

I always notice the Children’s Home when I walk to school, because my short cut is through their property. The grounds are large with tall trees growing here and there – like woods without enough trees, and for some reason, I often feel scared walking there. As soon as I get to the edge, I start feeling a bit lonely and small – especially when it’s getting dark outside or rain is coming. When that happens, I run through the open woods and only feel relaxed when I am on the other side. I spy the red brick buildings out of the corner of my eye and wonder what goes on inside.

Rebecca finally comes out with Daddy. She’s dressed like me, with nice corduroy pants and a shirt. We ride home mostly in silence. Daddy lets us out at the front door and then drives the car around back to put it in the garage. Rebecca comes in the front of the house with me and everyone pretty much stares at her at first, but she just stands there looking calm. Finally, we go upstairs to play.

In a little while, or so it seems to me, we are all sitting at the table ready to eat. Everything looks beautiful. Mother says I have to re-introduce Rebecca, even though everyone already knows who she is. But it’s okay; I feel so proud to be sharing my family and our Thanksgiving Day with her. Because Rebecca is here, everything feels a little different. We all seem to be on our best behavior – as though we are being reviewed by Rebecca for some reason. It feels weird – and special maybe – but everyone plays along.

And then later, just like I predicted, I feel really sad when the special day is over too soon and Rebecca has to leave. Daddy goes back out to the garage to bring the car around, and Rebecca says goodbye.

I want us to be friends at school, but we never really are friends at school. We rarely see each other, in fact, and when we do, it is awkward. She has a different teacher than I do, and our recess time is not the same either. I wave to her when I see her, but she never seeks me out nor I her, I suppose. We really did enjoy a good Thanksgiving Day though, and I guess that’s all we’ll ever share – a single day not like the others.