Don’t beat me into submission; help me figure out who I was born to be…..

 

 Out of all the things I know that I am, the part I love most about myself is that I am a Life Sciencetist. If I see that something in my life is not working, I am looking for what components need to be added or taking away to get the best results possible. I don’t understand the concept of living with problems. Like trying to drive a car with two wheels…. Why? Just go get two more tires or walk, but why the hassle. So with this philosophy, I decided that when I have children I will not beat them, no one could beat them. I was convinced that a human being left at their own devices would be able to make good choices and be strong observers in life. I felt that if beating really worked then you would only have to do it 1 time… Right?.... I was on the train one day with my sister in DC, and this lady walks up to us and say “listen Ima tell you some real knowledge, dem children you got there, you better beat the hell out of them before they grow up and beat the hell out of you!!” My sister and I looked at each other like OMG!! How long before the next stop?

I am a time out mom; I do a lot of talking, explaining and negotiation and even with all the time outs, talking, explaining, and negotiating I did not feel like I was getting the result I should have been. There was still an underline of whiny, moody, bratty behavior and random temper tantrums about nothing. So I figured there must be more contributing to this situation then what happens between me and them. With my science hat on, I’m back to the drawing board, what was causing this malfunction in their nervous system? Was it the food, the water, the cell phone towers, chemtrails , formaldehyde, this was too much for one mommy to take on, but I refuse to believe that a person born with free will would choose the worst behavior patterns, unless beat into submission. That seemed really off, to keep pushing the boundaries, do as much as you can get away with. Why would someone naturally act like that? Before I left the states I told my mom ‘I am really looking forward to meeting my real children’. Then I was guided to come to Africa for some time, not for weeks but for months. And now for the first time, on a regular basis I am seeing my babies for the peaceful, calm, pleasant, even tempered, free will beings that they were born to be. It did not happen overnight, but real healing never does, it takes time patience, and action. I encourage every mom that has a child that has been diagnosed with ADD/ADAHD to take your child on a long vacation, to another country where living is simple, for about 2 months, and see if your life and relationship with your child becomes the best thing you have ever experienced. Look at it this way you have nothing to lose and everything to gain…..Food for thought!