Guest guest Posted March 14, 2001 Report Share Posted March 14, 2001 Dear Wim, I've gotten pretty bored with the virus warning hoaxes, so I just groan and delete such messages, but I am so glad that this one arrived because it brought out your wonderful story about your son. YUM!!! thanks, Mark Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 14, 2001 Report Share Posted March 14, 2001 Dear Mark, I knew I was not bragging, Mark, every person needs such a gift of a son or daughter. It was really an experiment (or was it?), the way we had Emanuel grow up by himself with us... WITH us. (Remember that 'grass grows by itself'. Rashneesh (sp.)) After he was born... (Home birth, cabin in the woods, angels coming down in flocks singing his name Emanuel,... yes, we were high on the hormones of LIFE)... after he was born, we threw out all the furniture so that we could live with him on the floor at his level, soft Indian print pillows on a huge Persian carpet with the only depiction allowed in Persia, a hunting scene with birds and flowers and horses and princes. (Yes, he is still bonded to that carpet, probably the only attachment he has, oh and a purple butter dish!?) We never used the words 'NO' or 'Don't' or 'Don't touch', or 'good' or 'bad', etc. He developed his own sounds and gestures for qualities and characteristics so as not to get into dualities of hot or cold and those kinds of conceptual opposites. He 'was' our teacher... we are equal now(?). Even when he was 3 years old we would have the most amazing talks, he slept in my bedroom and would tug in with me. This guy would always get up at 6:30 AM to play his electronic organ or to start programming when he was somewhat older, he would go to bed at 10 PM. We never urged him. When he did get his own room it was never a mess. (Oh come on, Wim, is this real? Yes, I'm afraid it is.) How did we do that, I would always get his room organized, showing quietly, but not showing off, never any words with it (very Montessori). A child absorbs the right things at the right time and in due time.... So at one point I had to make a long trip abroad and lo and behold... I never had to look after his room again. He now lives in Chinatown in the centre of Victoria. His place is like a Bedouin bivouac, carpets, drapes hanging from the ceiling like a tent. (Sahajman would like it :-) He is tall, red flaming hair, if he has not shaved it off, red beard if he has not shaved it off, fair skin if he has.... not acquired a tan in some Asian country or some desert like hot spot. Why writing this? Just so that people may know it is possible to have an OK kid... When a child is born, the parents may start afresh themselves as well. What do WE know? We don't come with a parenting manual... nor does a little baby. Why using someone else's maintenance book and repair kit. ('It was always done such and so...", "In the past, we used to...", "My mother always...", Father knows bes... , Son knows better... Forget it all, it assumes that something is wrong already 'at square one' Is that how we usually welcome a kid? Children are not a viruses, funny we usually treat them as such... What a fake virus is good for, eh Mark?! ("De negus van dadada(?) had de vierus van vijfus"... or something like that. Any Dutchman remember that?) Love, Wim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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