Normally I'm not too excited to celebrate Thanksgiving. I love to see my family, but being a vegetarian I just don't get into the Thanksgiving spirit. I find "I'm thankful for..." facebook statuses annoying. Shouldn't we always show appreciation for those we love?
This time I'm going to be different though. Even though I've been more negative lately, I still want to be able to look at the glass half full. And I have a lot on my mind about how lucky I really am. It just so happens to be Thanksgiving, so why not? Here goes...
In typical Thanksgiving fashion, I am thankful for my family. They have always supported me and I know they will continue to. I cannot give enough thanks for the countless times they have bent over backwards so I can do something fun. I am thankful for Brendan because he always makes me smile.
I am thankful for my friends, the new and the old. Thank you allowing me to be dramatic. Thank you for keeping me sane. And thank you for cleaning me up, both physically and mentally, in my less-than-stellar moments.
I am thankful for Dodger. You become more of a dog each day in your old age. Thank you for finally letting me pet you after all these years.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and say thank you to all the people who have jaded me. You taught me to truly love and appreciate the people that genuinely care, and I am especially thankful for those people.
I am thankful for music. My brain wouldn't know how to handle life without someone else expressing the emotions I need expressed.
I am thankful for food. Especially the white kind that goes straight to my love handles. I am thankful for the people who eat the carbs with me. And that's what I'm going to do: eat some carbs with some awesome people.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Why I will never be a child psychologist
Anyone who has ever worked with children knows that there is one question you NEVER ask: What are you drawing?
I asked a child that question today. He wasn't done with his picture, so I figured it was a safe question this one time. I was wrong. He responded, "Guess!"
At the time the only thing drawn was the red thing in the middle. So I guessed puddle or something. I was wrong. "Noooo! It's a bear!"
Oh.
In this moment I realized I would never work as a child psychologist (not that I was planning on that anyway) because analyzing pictures that children have drawn is crucial. Imagine if a traumatized child I was working with drew this, and I guessed puddle. A child who is already struggling now sucks at drawing. Then because I couldn't help, the kid doesn't think anyone can help and has even bigger trust issues. I can't emotionally deal with that. Thank you, child psychologists, for being smarter than me.
I asked a child that question today. He wasn't done with his picture, so I figured it was a safe question this one time. I was wrong. He responded, "Guess!"
At the time the only thing drawn was the red thing in the middle. So I guessed puddle or something. I was wrong. "Noooo! It's a bear!"
Oh.
In this moment I realized I would never work as a child psychologist (not that I was planning on that anyway) because analyzing pictures that children have drawn is crucial. Imagine if a traumatized child I was working with drew this, and I guessed puddle. A child who is already struggling now sucks at drawing. Then because I couldn't help, the kid doesn't think anyone can help and has even bigger trust issues. I can't emotionally deal with that. Thank you, child psychologists, for being smarter than me.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
