Children learn what they live

Eversince I could read, I remember seeing this poem on a wall hanging in our room.  We eventually lost it through the years but today I googled it and found its complete text here.  I thought it might be something worth sharing with fellow moms like me because when I was a kid, I found it insightful.

Children Learn What They Live
By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.

Copyright © 1972 by Dorothy Law Nolte

My first cold sore of the season

I don’t mean to gross you out, but the wind was so nastily cold Friday evening I came home with a cold sore on my upper lip.  It stings from time to time so I have my Aveeno Active Naturals (Intense Relief Medicated Therapy) here on my docking station so it’s within easy reach.

Today was a whole lot milder, but it’s no longer t-shirt weather.  Nope, I did not go to work in a coat.  That would be too bulky and warm for the afternoon’s projected high of 70 degrees.  It won’t be hot as in “hot” but it won’t be cold either.  (I’m sure those who are trying to get a sense of my descriptions of the temperature here are scratching their heads silly trying to figure out what I’m trying to say.)  

I just shudder to think about how the winter will be, given that fall’s preview seems to be rather harsh.  So today I took out the socks and the loafers, but I’m not wearing a sweater.  Just one of my thin turtlenecks and a pair of slacks.  I went to work wearing a denim jacket, but with a knitted blue shawl (bought in the tiangge down at the Greenbelt lobby in 2002) wrapped around my shoulder just in case it got really cold.  It wasn’t, so in my tote the shawl went.  You can never be too careful in this kind of weather.  

Cold sores don’t go that quickly… and I’d hate to have windburn on my face.  Time to get ready for Old Man Winter.

A good read for the heart

Not for lack of anything to do, but I thought I’d print out some news articles for Mom from the weekend eidition of Philippine Star Online.  I was browsing their articles when I came upon this piece by Bernadette Sembrano, in her column JUST BE, entitled “Juan day at a time“. ”Juan” here is Juan Magdaraog or “Dikoy”, a 29 year old young man who has managed to make something of himself despite his health challenges.  Bernadette wrote of his struggle against POMPE disease which Juan himself chronicles in his website, Fight Pompe.  

After reading just two of his posts and his profile page, I must say a got a Monday boost of inspiration reading about Juan.  There are a lot of lessons from Juan’s writings.  Sometimes you bump into people living under extraordinary circumstances and you realize that whatever challenges you face are so insignificant compared to what others have to go through just to live from day to day.  Then you find inspiration in how they actually go about living their lives with such zeal — it reminds me that I have the same capability to deal with my day-to-day struggles.

But what struck me most about my brief introduction into Juan’s world is how he is trying to bring our attention to the fact that there are certain maladies and health conditions which are not being given due attention because their occurence is very rare, such as his affliction, Pompe disease.  One thing that I have realized here in the US is that for all the defects of their social welfare system, the health-challenged are actually in a much better position than most of their counterparts in other parts of the world, more so in comparison to those of our kababayans so afflicted in the Philippines.  Here the focus is to be able to help them lead productive lives, if able, and to help them live a dignified existence if they are otherwise unable to have some measure of independence.

Go have a taste of Juan’s writing and visit his blog.  This much I know, he speaks from the heart.