The health care environment is filled with curse words. Whether it is a happy or a frustrating day, I often hear hundreds of curse words in one 12 hour shift. It’s not just my current unit or hospital either. I have worked in intensive care units, emergency rooms, or trauma departments for 17 years and have become somewhat desensitized after all this time. It often is a way to decompress in a very intense environment where tragedy and heart break can come rolling through the glass doors at any moment.
Due to the way I was raised and a recent heavy conviction and rededication, I am working on eliminating them from my vocabulary. As like any habit, I am having withdrawals as I’m embarking on this new adventure.
With having four children home for the summer I have challenged them to stop cursing too. No, they aren’t cursing by our societal standards, but they have started using three phrases that are now considered Meyerson curse words. And since I am withdrawing from my habit, I declared that the kids are joining me in rehab. That’s right, our home is currently in rehabilitation.
Below are the three phrases currently banned from our home and excerpts from a letter I wrote to my kids this week:
I am fine.
Why are you fine? You are alive, healthy, blessed, spoiled, beautiful children with parents who love you. You never go to bed hungry, you have your own beds, you get an education, and you have the freedom to go to church without persecution. And if you have a lousy day, then say that! But still realize that you are great despite that feeling. So please answer with, “I’m great thank you, but I’m having a rather lousy day.” But don’t ever say you are fine, as that displays an attitude of ungratefulness.
I am bored.
At your fingertips are books, art supplies, TV, video games, legos, puzzles, friends, water park passes, zoo and science museum passes, and the great outdoors. Dad and I work hard to pay for your swimming and baseball activities and tournaments/meets. And most importantly, you have each other and your imaginations. Never will there be another time in your life where you can dare to explore the world with such little responsibility other than some simple household chores. Dream, explore, and live life fully my dear children. And never confuse silence and stillness with boredom. A great deal can be learned from sitting in those rare, uncomfortable moments of silence. Trust me when I say to learn how to savor those moments now as deep treasures and rich life lessons can be found in those moments.
I am busy.
Now that you are done being bored, you are now too busy? Busy is possibly the most over used phrase in our society today. Flee from it and remove it from your vocabulary. Our family should never be so busy that we are unable to serve one another or others that need us. If you are in the middle of an important activity or task, then explain that you are finishing up and then will be with your brother or sister within the next 10 minutes. Activities, routines, and even a great book are never more important than relationships. Please learn to give those you love your full attention as those are the people that will stand by you through the good, the bad, and the really ugly times in life. Dad and I promise to never be too busy for you four sweet souls either. Please forgive us for anytime that you have felt slighted because of your perception that we were too busy for you.
And a warning Rebecca, Ben, Emily, and Sam: Please know that if you four choose to use these phrases, then excessive painful tickling will be involved. It won’t be pretty. Love you all to the moon and back – Mom
Are there any phrases or words that make your skin crawl? Have you told your loved ones why those phrases bother you?
Blessings sweet friends – JennyTweet
I walked through the baby aisle today to grab a gift and I was shocked once again at the latest and greatest gadgets that have become available in the past 3 years since Samantha was born. For about 10 seconds I had a fleeting thought in wishland of “I should have another baby”. The thought was very short lived as I realized I just really wanted to have another baby and wedding shower to replace all the worn and well used items that need to be retired in my home.
So imagine my surprise when Nicole sent me one of her fabulous 20 Questions Memory Albums for Samantha for her 3rd birthday! Fantastic – I get to enjoy a latest item without going through childbirth all over again. Hooray!
So this month has been a wake up call for me. Acceptance that I don’t have the athletic body that I want to, but motivation to look closely at why that is. So what did I do to get to this point? 3 things happened this past month.
First, I split a pair of jeans. Yep, at first I was shocked and then nervously laughed. Then I screamed and cursed out loud in my bedroom. And then just possibly a tear or two fell as I was sprawled out on my floor flat on my back staring at the ceiling asking myself how I ever let myself go.
Second, at the Olympic Swimming Time Trials, Emily innocently asked me, “Mom, did you used to look like those swimmers?” “Yes, Emily I did,” I replied. “Oh, you must really miss that mom.” Yes I do.
Last, I came back from 2 vacations to wearing the largest pant size ever in my life. And I possibly shed a couple of more tears in the Target dressing room if I was being truthful. Nothing like 3 way mirrors to make sure you see every angle of your girth. I actually asked the dressing room employee if the mirrors were from the local carnival. She nervously smiled, possibly afraid that I was going to implode and possibly blame her for having to purchase size 16 jeans. Ouch. It actually hurts to type that.
But here’s the skinny: I have no one to blame but myself. I make poor eating choices, including a heavy addiction to Dr. Pepper. I don’t eat huge portions but I don’t make the greatest choices. I also have not being consistently exercising. I go in impulsive one week binges and then crash and burn.
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June was terrific. It will be tough to beat. I was able to attend the Your Story Retreat in Portland and now I’m heading home from a long weekend trip to Omaha, Nebraska where I saw America’s finest swimmers compete in the Olympic Time Trials for a chance to represent our country in the 2012 Olympics. It was surreal.