Samurai: An ancient warrior code of strength, honor, and loyalty. ***
Samurai Teaching: Having the STRENGTH to passionately believe in every student; the HONOR to teach them in the way they best learn; and the LOYALTY to never give up on any of them. ***
Sensational Living: How sensationally we do this for them now determines how well they will be able to sensationally do this for themselves and for others as adults.
When I watch this movie I end up speaking to my own children in Depp's soft Scottish accent for days.
And I realize just how much I am similar to the real-life J.M. Barrie in that I too believe in a NeverLand. A place where the impossible of what we all can be, do, and have IS possible.
I am not bothered by what others think of me. I am not here to impress people with what I am, but to impress upon other people with everything they already are and everything they can become....especially children.
Children are bigger believers than adults. And it's not because they're young and foolish, unrealistic, and don't know any better. The scientific fact is that ARE realistic and THEY DO KNOW BETTER.
You can't teach an old dog new tricks because scientifically, every time one of our cells split (which happens many times every day) the new cell has more of the dominant receptors of the mother or sister cell (mitosis).
The new cell has more receptors for neuro peptides, or hormones, of empowerment or hopelessness, joy or sadness, creativity or dullness, love or hatred, intelligence or disbelief, depending on what our dominant thoughts have been prior to the mitosis.
(This video is great for understanding why even though we want to change, we often don't. Listen to how we are compared to dogs. It also explains how to change our current inability to change. It does contain some adult content.)
If you're in my class you are required to believe and to dream ....to Dream Big, Bigger than you ever have.
And you WILL Do Big, which is not just memorizing facts and formulas and getting an "A" on a test. Getting an "A" is just the beginning. Every time your cells split you will have more positive receptors than before. As this happens, you will become more powerful.
You are required to keep splitting your cells with the belief you can become unstoppable and are able to do and be more than you ever have. Last year it produced an average improvement 700 times greater than normal classes.
This year one failing student walked out of class, again....... giving up, again.......and creating failure for himself, again. When he's done this before I've spoken with him, hugged him, hollered at him, even told him I loved him.
This time when I found him crying in the stairwell I punched the railing, intending to break him out of this pattern of giving up. He stopped crying and stared at me. I asked him why he thought he keeps giving up when things get hard. He began telling me all the ways he's a victim and soon broke down crying again.
I punched the railing even harder, the rings I wear to keep my children close making an enormous banging sound on the metal. He jerked his head up and stopped crying. I told him to look at me, in my eyes, and asked him if he thought anything could stop me. He said "no". I told him he and I were one. For one year he and I were the same person. All of my strength was his. Everything I had, he had. Then I said. "Now get your butt back in class and let's change your life for good!"
And he has.
Later while eating lunch with my daughter, she told me she heard a loud banging sound and a deep voice through the walls of her classroom. She whispered, "That was you, wasn't it?" I said, "Yes. I was trying to help someone." She smiled and said, "I knew it."
For one year every student in my class will be in NeverLand, a place where there are no limits to what they can do or be. They will live in their imaginations of great possibilities and work on making what they imagine come true. After that, it's up to them to keep themselves there.
(Bella brought a bug that had been stepped on to this tree hoping it would be OK. It didn't make it, and why she had the look on her face 5 pictures above and why she's holding my arm in the 2nd picture below.)
And from what I hear when I run into former students and their parents, they ARE keeping themselves in NeverLand; in advanced classes doing very well, taking risks and challenging their fears by joining clubs and plays, and most importantly, are very happy. They are.....Forever Young
What makes me happy is not realizing that my life has meaning, but that the lives of those I've touched has meaning, GREAT MEANING. And it is an incredibly beautiful feeling, helping me when I begin to doubt and wonder if I'm a fool believing in an unrealistic world that will never be.
This "I Am Beautiful" song means we are beautiful not when we are seen as beautiful by others, or the media, or the church. We are truly beautiful when we are having the courage to be ourselves, beauty marks AND beauty warts - when we are being the person we feel we are in our hearts.....and not giving up on ourselves............
Not allowing our unique inner beauty to fade away before it is too late...........and having the strength to continue to believe in ourselves no matter what......THAT is beautiful.........and beautiful enough..........for you.
Although it's not allowed to be embedded, the link to this beautiful song and video is here, and is worth the few minutes to watch. Who knows, it could be the few minutes that change the few cells needed to change your life: Finding NeverLand - Beautiful
I'm taking this opportunity while on Thanksgiving Break to download my camera - although I should be working solely on my thesis.........see?........guilt.........guilt's my thing.........
The thing my mother used on me while growing up, the thing both wives used on me when we were married, and the thing I use on myself at age 41.
Using guilt on ourselves or others doesn't mean we're bad. It's just "the thing" used on us while growing up which we in turn use as adults.
So guilt is "my thing" that I need to overcome....feeling guilty if I'm not doing what I "should be doing". I think a lot of us share that, and if we aren't paying attention, we'll continue the cycle with our own children.
Someone has to break the cycle. Why not you? Why not me? Our children have enough problems to solve without us putting burdens on them that we can carry and conquer ourselves.....
Anyway, I'm glad I took the time to empty my camera because I found these pics and this video.
I hope this post is still around for my grandchildren to see how wonderful their parents are, and as a reminder for my children to see how wonderful being carefree and childlike is.
A big thank you to my sister (the psychologist) who sent us these glasses. I wonder if she ever puts them on during one of her sessions? I don't think I would be able to resist doing it.
I just asked Brosden and Bella to help me with something, Bella said she was training her internet Webkinz to go to school.
"Yeah, Dad. You always say how important school is." - Brosden
"That's just something we say to get you guys to show up. Now, come upstairs."
And they did. They both laughed, stopped what they were doing, and did what I asked. I think having a sense of humor goes a long way in parenting.
Both mothers will call me up and say, "Talk to your kid. They're not listening."
The bond that is created between two people laughing is at the very least, strong enough to allow me to ask them to listen to their mothers out of simple respect for her. And they will.
Maybe this has less to do with who I am, as oppossed to how I am. Instead of forcing obedience, let it flow from laughter. Instead of demanding respect, let it flow from a respectful heart.
(found these old pictures of Cristina and Sofia having a "no utensils allowed" dinner. When they told me how cool I was, I told them I was just trying to find a way not to have to wash the dishes.)
I've received so many nice messages, wishing me well, and that I'll get well. My recent response to a good buddy seems to sum it up perfectly.
"Thx amigo - all is good - i just gave 2 much 4 too long - and ended up crashing into christmas - LOL - better than holding back and having an armful of regrets"...(gifts I wish I would have given out).
I simply took a risk, "flying off the swing" too high, trying to give all that was needed to be given.
I didn't leave myself any strength or energy for the landing....and crashed into the Christmas tree.
I ended up in bed on my first day of vacation by 1pm, alternating being sick, sleeping, and playing board games with Brosden n Bella.
But, as my son just said, "bad things can become good things", and Ithink it's fantastic to have "run out" of gifts to give by Christmas...
...Versus just beginning to give on Christmas.
Bella just put in Singin' in the Rain, which always picks me up for some reason. Thank you baby girl. I wouldn't have survived as long as I did without the daily love hugs from you and your brother.
May everyday be like Christmas, with everybody unafraid to fully live, giving their gifts to everyone else everyday.
This way the "most special time of year" is felt year-round, and no one is crashing into Christmas, unable to fend off a large jolly guy in a red suit trying to give him CPR.
...Unconditional love is a priceless treasure, and I happily wear myself out giving it to those I love...
...and accepting it from those who love me, allowing me to laugh when I have every reason to cry.
Sofia told me she loves me and mommy, but only her heart loves mommy because she buys her pretty dresses. Even though Sofia quickly added that she knows mommy buys her dresses with money I give mommy, her heart only loves mommy.
I'm OK with that for now, because I believe in the power of unconditional love, at least with children and family, and I know Sofia is learning unconditional love from me.
My own mother was afraid to hug me when she saw me for the first time in 10 months. She doesn't like my goatee, and now my long hair and tattoos are "just ruining her baby boy's good looks" and make me look scary.
My father told me I look like Robert DeNiro in the movie "Cape Fear".
But.....they both told me they still love me anyway, no matter how ugly I make myself.
I just want to be real. The hair and tattoos have been part of this journey; the long hair because I don't care about being attractive, and the tattoos, rings, and necklace all reflecting warrior beliefs from ancient Chinese, Japanese, Celtic and Native American cultures.
Which I hope is teaching my son strong values....and not just craziness (oops, too late)
And it was beautiful seeing this unconditional love being passed along the generations...
....Which is very good...because as crazy and full of life my son is......
....he's going to need someone to love him unconditionally