Max

Max


I got shot in the chest yesterday, by a t-shirt shooting girl at the baseball game. Max got a t-shirt and T shirt. He also got a bobble head kind of doll. Marina broke it on accident. And Max cried. I have not seen him cry often. Breaks your heart.

That little boy came onto this earth 9 years ago. He entered via a hot tub, he was  born in Seattle, Washington at 11:11.

He is warm, he is funny and he is a gentle and caring. He loves all kinds of sports which is from me and he loves all kinds a   Fantasy type stuff. I don’t even know what it is. Things like lord of Rings.

And he loves to laugh.. you should hear him sing the Taco Del Mar Commercial…


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I am not a big fan of George Bush. Yesterday to a college Rifle team he said them to them that “Chaney could use some pointers”. That’s kind of funny. I really want to see him do the right thing.  I want him to succeed. But, it’s not happening. Even the conservative radio station said about him giving permission to Scooter Libby to leak information commented. That’s not good.

The Child WithIn

Deep within each of us lives the child we once were. For most of us, our inner child lies hidden beneath the layers that we've put on in order to become adults. In our rush to put on grown-up clothing and live adult lives, we may have forgotten the wisdom and innocence that we possessed when we were children. In meditation, we can connect with our inner child and reclaim what we have forgotten.

Treasures From Our PastInner Child Meditation

That connection between the functioning and happy adult and the inner child is such a critical connection. I struggle with this my self as I am responsible somewhat for building the inner child for the kids in my life. We are encouraged to connect back to that inner child and it makes such simple inherent sense. We try to make time for that child in a busy world through our activities and hobbies and of course as we raise children our selves. When we sit and stare off into the sparkle jet stream our mind bounces to where ever it wants to. We really have no control of where our mind is taking us. Sometimes it’s an experience in our near past, worries about the past and many times back to child hood. For some reason I always remember going to my grand mother’s house on a Saturday morning drinking ice tea, playing baseball, watching baseball, running races in the back yard and eventually settling into a long book. That was time spent with my grandmother.

It is this inner child that it is important to connect to. It’s a constant struggle for me to do, but also much literature deems it an important method of calming and building of self esteem and self actualization.

And as I raise children I sometimes see them doing the complete opposite. I see them trying to connect with an inner adult that is not even there when they should be concentrating on being a child.  Some of their learning is self directed but most of that burden comes with parenting and teaching as we are the leaders and the guiders. We can leave the playing and frolicking to them as they are the leaders and  guiders.