Okay, so we watch lots of TV shows that will teach us things. There are very few shows that we (my husband and myself) watch that we won't let our son watch. Our son learned about death from watching mystery shows that we love.
Today, we watched a show about an "Elephant Man." It's not the first one we've seen, but it's been the most touching one. The man didn't grow fully since the tumors in his face took most of his nutrients as he was growing. He also didn't have the money or means to go to the United States to have his tumors removed. His family seemed liked they kind of cared, but they kind of said some horrible things about and in front of him.
My almost 4 year old son was asking all sorts of questions. He wanted to know where one of his eyes went, why his face was different, and what was going to happen to him. I try very hard to be as honest with my son as possible, though I don't volunteer information I don't feel he is ready for yet. But I had to have a somewhat difficult conversation with him.
I explained that the man had tumors in his body. I also had to explain that tumors are something that happens sometimes that makes people feel sick. He pretty much understood that once it was said. But he wanted to know why people got tumors and what was going to happen to the man. I told him that he'd have to ask God why he got tumors.
He said the most adorable thing I have ever heard him say. He listened to the man talk about how growing up other kids made fun of him and how he felt sad. My son's reply? He said, "My heart beats for his owies."
That will be something that I will remember for the rest of my life. I want to call all of my relatives and tell them what he said right now, but I'm pretty sure they are all asleep. The first "difficult" conversation went well. Tackling more tomorrow...
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Lots of Changes
If you have me added on Facebook (which I'm guessing you do), you'll know that my family's life has been turned upside down. The Navy decided that my husband who has gone on two deployments, been shot at while fixing Marines, has never gotten in trouble for anything, and has scored a 4.0 across the board on his last eval is no longer good enough to serve the military. The only problem with that is the fact that he didn't have time to find a job and get everything situated (he wasn't able to take terminal leave).
I don't know if all the hospitals and clinics in the area are conspiring, but my husband has turned in several applications and has talked to those who are advertising the fact that they are hiring RMA's online and they tell him that they are no longer hiring and even admit that they haven't hired anyone yet. I don't know what is going on with this town, but there is something wrong. We just have to make it here long enough for my husband to get the classes he needs to get into medical school.
Honestly, I don't view this town, the clinics, or the Navy this badly, I just love to use sarcasm and twist things to make people laugh. So don't use this against me later when I get excited that the Navy recalled my husband (they won't unless we go to war with yet another country).
I have decided that while my husband is trying to find a job that he can do without losing the remainder of his marbles, I will go and get a basic job to help out around the house until the VA help starts kicking in. Who knows, maybe I'll enjoy it and I'll keep working so I can get new furniture or something. I doubt it because I love my son and I don't want other people raising him.
Does anyone have any opinions? I know there are people who think that the wife shouldn't work because of the Bible, but that doesn't help. I've read the Bible and I know what it says. I know my dad is going to say to become a nurse, but I don't quite have those qualifications yet and I would not enjoy that job at all. Should I go back to McDonald's or get a job at the gas station down the street? I could even get a job at a local restaurant though I'd probably lose more money breaking plates as I tripped while waiting on tables. Options, options, options.
I'll try to come on here and post my opinions as I go along with life a little more often that I have been.
I don't know if all the hospitals and clinics in the area are conspiring, but my husband has turned in several applications and has talked to those who are advertising the fact that they are hiring RMA's online and they tell him that they are no longer hiring and even admit that they haven't hired anyone yet. I don't know what is going on with this town, but there is something wrong. We just have to make it here long enough for my husband to get the classes he needs to get into medical school.
Honestly, I don't view this town, the clinics, or the Navy this badly, I just love to use sarcasm and twist things to make people laugh. So don't use this against me later when I get excited that the Navy recalled my husband (they won't unless we go to war with yet another country).
I have decided that while my husband is trying to find a job that he can do without losing the remainder of his marbles, I will go and get a basic job to help out around the house until the VA help starts kicking in. Who knows, maybe I'll enjoy it and I'll keep working so I can get new furniture or something. I doubt it because I love my son and I don't want other people raising him.
Does anyone have any opinions? I know there are people who think that the wife shouldn't work because of the Bible, but that doesn't help. I've read the Bible and I know what it says. I know my dad is going to say to become a nurse, but I don't quite have those qualifications yet and I would not enjoy that job at all. Should I go back to McDonald's or get a job at the gas station down the street? I could even get a job at a local restaurant though I'd probably lose more money breaking plates as I tripped while waiting on tables. Options, options, options.
I'll try to come on here and post my opinions as I go along with life a little more often that I have been.
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