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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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  1. Walter said, on November 30, 2009 at 1:30 pm

    Parenting is indeed a though job. But watching our child whom we love so much, any sacrifice is worth it. 🙂

  2. ritaisback said, on November 30, 2009 at 5:46 pm

    Thank you, Walter. I couldn’t agree with you more!

  3. Hair-a-Parent said, on November 30, 2009 at 7:37 pm

    The fact that the subject child found her ultimate life partner is a sign of stability, maturity, and good parenting. Perhaps in the midst of being ‘robbed’ she was also learning to be extraordinarily concerned for others whille finding her own identity. She’s a winner in the end.

  4. ritaisback said, on December 1, 2009 at 3:41 am

    What a lovely and thoughtful comment. I thank you. In fact, I believe that we all win when it comes to the health and happiness of a child. Winning isn’t everything, though. For the time being, I’ll take it!

  5. Cath Lawson said, on December 6, 2009 at 8:28 am

    Hi Rita – What a beautiful story. I had to go away and think about this for a long time. And I’ve been thinking about how much you worried – but in the end everything turned out fine.

    We waste so much time worrying about things that will never happen. As you know, I’ve been guilty of doing that with Josh. Instead of being grateful that he survived the collision with the bus – I’ve been worrying about small things that might not happen. I worry about the relationship he’s in, I worry about the long term effects of the accident on his brain, etc etc etc.

    Your message has been a very powerful one for me – quit worrying about the small stuff and the might be’s and be grateful that he is alive and well. Like your eldest – he will probably find his own way to happiness.

  6. ritaisback said, on December 7, 2009 at 1:23 am


    I’m glad that this entry made you think. You are right on with the message I was hoping to convey.

    Josh’s survival and the very real possibility that he might have sustained permanent injury is a very real concern. As to the other worries – they are frequently painful but short-term inconveniences. As children grow and we worry about the “wrong turns” they might take along the way is what I call “parenting.” The most important thing is that with our guidance, in the end, most children turn out fine and find their own way to happiness. Therein lies the difference between “parenting” and “good parenting.”

    Count your blessings daily – and don’t sweat the small stuff that will work itself out as each phase of childhood development occurs. To me, the best thing a parent can do is BE THERE.

    Thank you for the insightful comment.

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