LaMalinche
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ORIGINAL: Tapestry "BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!" The first time I made my son watch that movie he was 13 years old, had been pretty sick for awhile, and I was using humor/laughter therapy on him, by having him watch all my most favorite funny movies. Also included were Blazing Saddles, Airplane, Airplane 2, and several other Monty Python as well as Mel Brooks movies. Anyway, he sat there looking at the movie, waiting for it to make sense, all the while I'm cracking up, laughing hysterically, usually a little ahead of the lines 'cause I've seen it so often! He's looking at me like I'm completely insane, and I have to actually tell him to just have fun and relax, that it isn't going to actually make a whole lot of sense, it's just funny. He finally began to enjoy it, we watched it many more times, and now we quote the dialogue back and forth to each other. The thing is, I'm the one that has to loosen up my son! He's so serious and well-behaved, and I'm the try-anything and live-life-fully one. I'm bad to the bone, even though when people first meet me they don't see it (cause I'm a good girl on the OUTSIDE! lol) So for Christmas this year I gave him a book, a children's book. He had attempted suicide at the beginning of December, spent a week in psychiatric in-patient care, and both of us were still reeling. I felt it was a way for me to remind him of my love for him without the mushy stuff that he hates! So I found this book, "You Are My I Love You" by Maryann K. Cusimano. Anyway, I know I can't quote the whole story here, but there is one line that I want to share. I hope that's OK, and know if it isn't the friendly Mods will fix it for me! The line is, "I am your parent; you are my child. I am your quiet place; you are my wild." When I read that line I thought to myself, well, he's not my wild, I'm HIS wild. But I didn't say anything, what High School student wants a mom that's more wild than they are??? But on Christmas morning when he opened it and read it, he immediately said, "Mom, you're MY wild, I'm not yours!" Well I had to laugh, and realized that I need to keep on helping him lighten up and loosen up, and enjoy his world and his life! Sorry for the ramble, that's what happens when people start talking about Monty Python around me! BTW - if you actually read all that, you deserve a reward, that's for darn sure! Just let me know what your wish might be and I'll have our resident wizard, LaMalinche, get started on it. Ain't she wonderful? Wow. I have about 152 thoughts running through my head now. Thank you for the compliment, before I forget, and just start typing away. Tapestry, that was a great story. May I tell one of my own? I remember being 19, and coming home from a poker game with "the guys". Their girlfriends were there, but I was the only female that would actually play poker and BS with them. Short version is, is that I had a friend buy me the ingrediants for making "fuzzy navels" and so of course I drank one (the "guys" actually drank the rest. . . men. . . grrr) Anyway the next mornig, my mother asks me if I had been drinking the night before. Well, I said yes, and told her what I had drank. After all, what was the worst she could do to me (I was expecting a lecture on drinking, by the by)? No lecture, just a couple of suggestions on drinks I might want to try at another time. Looking back, I see that it was the fact that my parental units always answered questions and queries honestly, and so that I also, when asked a direct question, I also reply truthfully. And as with my parents, I at times give way more info. And my point. . . I think that your son is in good hands. Advice. . . the best advice given to me (yes this is going to sound heartless). Suicide is an option. However, it is your last one. Why not try (X) first, after all, what is the worst it can do? Kill you? Heartless, like I said. I do not know what type of wish you would like fulfilled Lady, but if I could, I would. I am just the friendly neighborhood bizzy-body. And thank you for the time for me to ramble. Best, LaMalinche
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