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When Einstein and Robin Hood Collided – A Fable.

Posted in Parenting by ritaisback on November 29, 2009

Once upon a time there was a child.  She was born with a brain that could not shut down.  Always thinking, pondering and pontificating.  As the child grew to the age of 11 months, she was able to speak in full sentences yet lacked the ability to even motate. The child would say “pick me up and put me over there, please.”  A well-mannered infant, but one who did nothing but speak.  She didn’t move, crawl or walk. 

Her parents fretted.  “What shall we do with this child?  She speaks so well, yet is not moving.  Perhaps we should take her to the local chemist to find a solution.”   The chemist told the parents that all children grow at their own rate, and that the child would grow when she was ready. 

The chemist had been correct.  Over time, the child began to move on her own, albeit with faulty small motor skills.  As the child grew to the age of 2, the parents decided to try to socialize the child with others of her kind.  Other children would come over to the child and take things from her, as children of that age normally do.  The child would say “take this, my friend and I will find something else to play with.”  The other children took and took yet the child had no problems in giving.  And the parents continued to fret.  And the parents thought “she’s been robbed.”

When the time came to school the child, the parents did what the local laws required and enrolled her in the neighborhood schoolhouse.  After a short while, the calls began.  “Please come in to see the headmistress as the child is bored.”  The parents went to see the headmistress and were advised that the child should undergo testing to see what should be done.  When all of the tests were completed at the tender age of 5, the parents were called in and told “Your child has scored too high on my tests.  There is no number available on these tests that is high enough with which to evaluate this child.”   As the parents continued to fret, they inquired as to what to do to raise such a child.  No easy answers followed.  The parents were told to skip the child’s grade level and occupy her mind as much as possible, as this was a brain that would not stop working to its magnanimous proportions.  And the parents felt “she’s been robbed.”

As the child grew, she took much abuse from her peers.  She wanted to solve all issues with her words while the schoolmates used their fists.  The child gave everything she could to the others, but that was not enough.  She was scorned for her intelligence and lack of athletic abilities.  The parents enrolled her in every possible activity to exercise her mind as the child grew and made requests.  Her piano teacher told the parents that the child had perfect pitch and after only 2 years of lessons, abandoned the child saying “there is nothing more that I can teach her.”  Her computer teacher abandoned the child and used her to help the other students.  All of her other teachers continued to call the child’s parents and say “we have nothing to offer this child that she does not already have.”  The parents continued to fret.  They began to wonder if their child would ever be happy.  She had so much to offer yet there were no takers.  And the parents cried “she’s been robbed.”

The years passed quickly in the same fashion.  The child quickly outgrew all mental activities and was constantly unhappy.  When her Senior Year at the local schoolhouse was upon her, the ever-growing child decided to take five AP courses rather than be bored.  She worked her brain and scored the highest scores on the tests.  But still she was not happy.  Every College and University to which the child applied accepted her with open arms.  After careful consideration, the child chose a most challenging school and embarked on her journey to higher education.  She excelled in her classes,  helped the other students, went to more classes with a blind student to help that student take notes and began to blossom in an environment more conducive to her own element.  Still, the parents fretted.  Would their beloved daughter be happy?  There were still no such signs.  And the parents screamed “she’s been robbed!”

One day a stranger approached.  She rode in on a beautiful black stallion.  She took the child and ensured that nobody would ever again rob from the child.  Maid Marion took the child and opened her heart and challenged all comers to try to steal from the child.  Nobody dared to accept the challenge.   And the child was happy.  And the parents were filled with such gratitude.  Here was a woman who loved their daughter, who was able to accept the child as she was, who could exercise their daughter’s brilliant  mind with such aptitude as nobody before had ever done.  The child was now loved,  respected and honored.  The mutuality of expressions of  brilliance, warmth and tenderness so touched the parents that the parents believed and knew in their hearts that a new daughter had entered the family with grace.  What was 4 became 5.  And they lived happily ever after.

Parenting is the toughest job in the world.  We all want our children to have health, happiness and prosperity.  Does it matter what color those things are packaged with?  Does it matter what sexual leanings develop?  I think not.  You may agree, disagree or not give it a thought.  To me, having a happy, healthy child is everything.  I do not care in what form or shape it occurs.  My eldest is happy. She will never be robbed of that again.  We all know who to thank for that.



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That Awful Four-Letter Word That I Won’t Use

Posted in Wordplay by ritaisback on November 23, 2009

I love the English language.  I love to read.  I love to write.  Words are things.  I have touched upon this in the long-ago:  in the Hebrew language, the word “devarim” means either “words” or “things.”  There is such richness in the words we use.  We can use them to flatter, insult, tell a truth, tell a lie, spread a rumor, write a love poem, write somebody off.  Yet there is one word in the English language that I will NOT utter.  To me, it is the most vulgar of words.  It should be removed from the lexicon forever, as it is useless.  Of course, it is also a four-letter word.  And if you know anything about me, you know that this is the one word that I have never uttered.  

You all know the word.  It starts with a “c” and ends with an “n” and a “t.”  Are you with me now?  Yes, I knew you would be.  Why would anybody in their right mind ever use such a word?  It is totally inglorious.  It conveys filth.  When this word is used, it is, to me, the ultimate of ugly.  It is the only word that I can think of that makes the utterrer even worse than it’s intended victim. 

Here we are in a world of things flying by at wharp speed.  If  it happens, you will see it.  In the blink of an eye, words and images scatter around the internet.   We worry over our finances, argue about politics and religion, hope for our future and on and on it goes.  We go to other blogs, write comments, hope that perhaps somebody will be interested in what we are saying.  All of those fancy, frilly, lovely pages designed by males with multiple writing tools or women with worthiness.  Still, it is the words that matter.  I do not care if I have a beautiful blog.  I care only that the words are chosen carefully.  Is that too little to ask?  Too much?  I don’t care what my ratings are or if anybody wants to advertise with me.  These are my words.  I love my words.  I try so hard to choose them carefully, albeit not always successfully.  (Oh, we all know that, don’t we?)  And each few days when I care to craft a story, raise a rant, offer to opine, it would be delightful if you would visit my words and let me know what you think of them.  You can agree, disagree or say nothing.  These are my words.

Please, people:  don’t ever use that horrible, awful four-letter word here.  And if I slip even once,  please be gracious and understand that underlying my words is a humble human being.  A human being who will never, ever utter that one four-letter word that reeks of obscenity and inability.  That curse on the English language; the scourge of the soul.  I beseech you.  Please do not ever let me utter that word and do not utter it on my site. 

Rita is back.  This time I think I shall stick around a bit.  This time, I have no “editor,” nor a “partner.”  It is merely me.  I want to wish you all a wonderful, happy Thanksgiving (for those who celebrate it).   For those of you who have never read my words, I will give you a gift.  One time.  I will write the word that should be blasted to oblivion for all time:  CAN’T.

Did you think I meant something else?


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Posted in Uncategorized by ritaisback on November 23, 2009

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