Forever Young: Trust…

Blog Manifesto

This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Trust…

Husband is on strike from his job!

Insurance stops!

Parents request: Kids stay healthy…

Daughter comes down the stairs dressed in her corduroy jeans and almost ready for school.

She is crying…..Mom…I can’t see.

What do you mean you can’t see?

I can’t see in front of me.

Sit down…..now wondering….is my daughter going blind?

Stand up and try walking…let me see if you stagger…

Daughter stands up…I can’t see.

Daughter sits down…mom,…now I can see.

Stand up….can’t see……….sit down…can see.

Hmmm…that came on quite suddenly.

What is wrong with my daughter?

Call the family doctor…daughter gets bumped up ahead of everyone else.

Bring her in and let me examine her.

I have a good idea of what it could be, but I would like her to be checked out by the best eye specialist and he is right here in town. I just want to make sure it is not a hidden tumor.

Ok…another doctor bill. My third sentence was “Kids, stay healthy”….and here we are edging our way to doctor #2.

Doctor examines daughter…no tumor! Oh what a relief to hear those words.

So, what are we dealing with? She stands, she can’t see….she sits…she can see.

Doctor #1 calls us back after receiving news that there wasn’t a tumor.

Doctor says “Has anything strange or tragic happen at school or at home recently”.

Not that I know of…I called the school and talk to daughters teacher…explaining our situation.

She mentioned that kids were making fun of her because she was wearing the same style corduroy jeans that a boy in her class wore. Instead of making fun of a boy wearing the same jeans as a girl, they picked on my daughter for wearing the same jeans as a boy. I purposely bought boy jeans for all of my girls since they were more durable and less expensive at the time.

When my daughter would stand up, the threat of having to go to school increased and when she sat down, the threat decreased.

Daughters diagnosis was: Hysterical Blindness now known as Conversion Disorder.

I packed all of her corduroy jeans in a box and they were sold at a rummage sale for a buck each. She trusted me in only purchasing girly jeans from then on and she was never blinded again!