Sat Jan 2 09:40:24 CST 2010

Thank you Marcia! This was wonderful to read and to get to know you more. Reminds me a lot of my upbringing (As Im sure it does for others too)While I was given praise as a child, it was often mixed with other tapes that have taken years to unwind. And how hard it is to let go of negative tapes. My former husband called me homely. Fortunately I never really believed him.
What we are told as small children, can last so very long.Its sad when we aren't able to see when we are repeating patterns or that our reactions are based in unconscious thought and behavior.

Cheers and Happy New Year

Jen

Jen Kristel, M.A.,CPT CET
Expressive Arts Therapist

Reiki Teacher/Master
Playback Theatre Director/teacher

Live Simply, so that others may simply live" Quaker Saying

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> >Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2010 06:24:10
> >To: Peter Howie<peterhowie at macquariehouse.com.au>
> >Subject: Re: A New Years gift
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> >Hi Peter, Nice. Am going to read your words to 
> >my daughter when she awakes. Thanks. It is not 
> >so easy to sing to yourself about your own 
> >beauty. My mom never praised me much. Her 
> >reasoning was that she didn't want me to "get a 
> >swelled head." The result? Didn't much believe 
> >compliments from others. On her death bed, at 92 
> >years, she said , "I loved you more than anyone 
> >or anything in the whole world. Did I ever tell 
> >you that? I said,"No Mom, tell me now, and be 
> >quick. You're dying." She said, "yes,and you are 
> >soooooooo beautiful." Did I ever tell you that?" 
> >I said "No mom, never. Anything else?" "Yes," 
> >she said, " you're so lovable. I bet everyone 
> >loves you." I said, "Yeah, Ma. Everyone loves 
> >me. Just like everyone loved you. And..... We're 
> >both liars." We laughed together for the last 
> >time. She weakly squeezed my hand  and said," 
> >You're a good one." Once I ran home from school 
> >crying and confused. I buried myself in her 
> >apron on return. "What's wrong?" She asked me. " 
> >Billie said to me I was 'pretty'. I didn't know 
> >what to do or what to say." She said to me, 
> >"It's simple. You look into his eyes and say, 
> >'Thank you'". I still do it. And when others 
> >have the same dilemma and many do, I suggest 
> >they do the same. My mom wasn't "educated" 
> >beyond 12. She went to college for a year as "an 
> >advanced student" and loved it. She took 
> >political science, English literature and 
> >Russian literature. One day the elders of our 
> >synagogue came in a gaggle to my dad's shoe 
> >store looking to question my mom." We hear 
> >you've enrolled to take Russian literature at 
> >college. Why, Yetta? Don't you know what the 
> >Russians did/are doing to the Jews? Should we or 
> >you support that? Why did you take Russian?" My 
> >mom thought about it. We all awaited her answer 
> >as she was very wise at these matters. She 
> >spoke, " It's very simple, Yankel. I took 
> >Russian because everything else was ..full." 
> >"Ah," said the critical elders. They smiled, 
> >wished her good luck and walked out of the 
> >store. The "uneducated"sometimes retain a kind 
> >of natural wisdom. My mom used to tell us," 
> >Education is the transmission of humanity... or 
> >if it isn't, it should be." My husband, Ken's 
> >mum was English working class. She never went to 
> >school beyond ten or twelve years old. One day, 
> >Ken, a budding artist, came home from school 
> >crying. He told his mum that the Head Master 
> >tied his left hand behind his back and told Ken 
> >she shouldn't use it to write or draw and hence 
> >forth to use his right hand. This was nigh to 
> >impossible as Ken was  left handed. Ken returned 
> >to school after lunch. Furious, his mum went to 
> >the school, and waited on the "yellow line" for 
> >the children to finish the day and prepared to 
> >ask to see the head master. The "yellow line" 
> >was where the parents were asked to wait before 
> >entering the school. In the Head Master's office 
> >her guns were blazing. She began, "Head Master. 
> >You know that Ken sketches well and wants to be 
> >an artist." "Yes, I do," said the academic king. 
> >"Well,"  she continued. "Michelangelo was left 
> >handed. If it was good enough for Michelangelo, 
> >it's good enough for our Ken." That night, Ken's 
> >Dad returned from his shift as a railway engine 
> >driver. Granny told him the whole story. "Mum," 
> >her name was Flo but he called her mum in front 
> >of the kids. "How on earth did you know 
> >Michelangelo was left handed?" "I didn't ," said 
> >Granny. "But I was sure HE wouldn't know!" Regards, Marcia Karp
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