How to remove your label given by others?(Overcoming blindspots)

Worth reading......

I sat in my chair quietly next to my Mom & Dad as my grade 4 teacher gave them an update on my progress at school.

“Your child is a slow learner”, said the school teacher quietly.

I held my breath & sank a little lower into my chair.

 I looked up at my dad to see if he was in trouble. 

My father glanced down, smiled & gave me a quick wink 😉 .

On the way home from the Parent-Teacher meeting, I thought about what Mrs. Shastri had called me – ‘Slow Learner’. 

Deep down I knew that what she really meant was that I was dumb.

Later that evening, my Mom & Dad came into my room carrying a piece of paper & a pen.

They sat down on the side of the bed & said, “Want to talk to you about what Mrs. Shastri said today ?”

“A Slow Learner”, I replied.

I had already taken the words to heart.

“That’s right”, said my dad as my mother wrote the words ‘Slow Learner’ on the piece of paper.

My parents then held up the piece of paper in front of me & purposefully tore it into two.

My eyes 😳 widened in surprise.

“Mrs. Shastri was wrong”, said my parents as they continued to tear the paper into smaller & smaller pieces.

“You’re not a slow learner.”

“I’m not ?”

“No & starting tomorrow, you & we are going to show that Mrs. Shastri was wrong, OK ?”

“OK”, I hugged my mom, snuggled down into my pillow & fell asleep with a smile 😊 on my face & a warm glow in my 💖 heart.

From that day on, my parents spent one hour per day helping me with my reading & writing. 

By the end of the year, I was doing much better at school & interestingly no one ever labeled me as a ‘Slow Learner’ again.

My parents knew that when a child receives a label from a person in authority such as a teacher or parent, they often take that label to heart & it becomes a part of their self-identity for the rest of their lives.

To avoid this from happening to their child, my parents created a tangible representation of the ‘Slow Learner’ label & tore it up it in front of me so that the label would not become a part of a child’s self-concept.

Today I would like to thank my Mom & Dad.

Think about the labels that people have given to you, your kids in the past & at present.

Perhaps you were given a label by one of your parents, your best friend, your teacher, your spouse or your boss. 

What is the label that resonates in your mind ??? 

Is there a label that has become part of your self-identity because a person in a position of authority gave it to you ??? 

If so, write this label down on a blank sheet of paper & hold it up to see it for what it really is – A Label.

It is a label – nothing more. 

It is not a part of you & you do not have to accept it as a part of your identity any longer.

As you begin to see the label for what it really is – Rip it in half & enjoy the feeling of destroying the label once & for all.

When you do this exercise, you will feel a surge of motivation to take action to ensure that no one attempts to give you this label again in the future.

Just as my parents took action & helped me with my school work, make sure you follow through & do whatever you need to do to eliminate the remnants of the label from your life forever.

REMEMBER....

SOMEBODY'S OPINION ABOUT YOU DOESN'T HAVE TO BECOME YOUR REALITY !!

A teacher's / a Parent's purpose is not to create children in his own image, but to develop children who can create their own image.. 🙏 good day .

By,

Shaina...

A little boy wanted to meet God. 

He packed his suitcase with two sets of his dress and some packets of Cakes and he stared his journey. 

He walked a long and felt tired.

So,he sat in a park on the way and opened a packet to take a cake to eat. 

Then he noticed an old woman sitting sad with hunger nearby, so he offered her a piece of cake.

She gratefully accepted it with a wide look and smiled at him. 

Her smile was so pretty that the boy longed to see it again. 

After some time he offered her another piece of cake.

 Again, she accepted it and smiled at him.

The boy was delighted! 

They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

While it grew dark, the boy was frightened and he up got to leave but before he had gone more than a few steps, he ran back and gave her a hug and she kissed him with her prettiest smile.

When the boy opened the door, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. 

She asked him, “What did you do today that made you look so happy?”

He replied,” I had lunch with God.”

Before, his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life!”

Meanwhile,the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. 

Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and asked, “Mom, what did you do today that made you so happy?

“She replied, “I ate cakes in the park with God.” 

Before his son responded, she added,”You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile,a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Remember, nobody knows how God will look like.

 People come into our lives for a reason, for a season, or for a lifetime. 

Accept all of them equally! 

AND LET THEM SEE GOD IN YOU!!!!!

By,

Shaina...

*Pencil:* I’m sorry….

*Eraser:* For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

*Pencil:* I’m sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. 

But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. 

You get smaller and smaller each time.

*Eraser:* That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. 

I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.

Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job..

So please, stop worrying. 

I hate seeing you sad.

 I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.

Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. 

They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. 

Sometimes along the way… they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on). 

Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad. 

This is for all parents out there.....

Happy children's day🎉 to all the adults who often try to hide their inner child behind their so called mature personality... just to be fit in the society, but the thing is no matter how much we hide that child, it never dies it keeps urging us to let it enjoy freely away from the constant pressure and responsibility to meet society's expectations and it's idealism.

If we keep suppressing this inner urge we aren't killing that innocent kid, we’re stealing moments of happiness from ourselves. Those who keep their inner child alive never feel lack of joy, they find happiness in every little thing. Their innocence keep them away from world's greedy evils.

Understand your responsibilities but not at the cost of losing your innocence, kindness, and joy.... Try to alance your responsibilities with the pure joy that our inner child brings.

May we walk through life with duty in our hands yet remain beautifully childlike within.🌷✨

By,

Shaina...

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, was walking through a park one day in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. 

She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.

Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day,

 when they had not yet found the doll, 

Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.

"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." 

The little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.

A year later Kafka died.

Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. 

In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

Embrace change. 

It's inevitable. 

It can be painful.

But it can be changed or as Kafka would say “metamorphosed” from pain into wonder and love.

It is up to us to think of the ways to consciously make that happen.

Keep creating connections.”

Happy childrens day to the child in you

By,

Shaina...

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,

It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, 

It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, 

It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, 

It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, 

We had everything before us, we had nothing before us, 

We were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way

In short, the period was so far like the present period that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, 

For good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only"

These words were written by Charles Dickens in 1859 so far away from India.

And reading these lines, sounds so much like it's written about the contemporary times.

By,

Shaina...

One day, a Donkey and a Tiger got into an argument over the color of the grass.

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“The grass is blue,” said the Donkey.

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“That’s ridiculous,” replied the Tiger. “The grass is clearly green.”

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When the argument grew more and more intense, they decided to find the Lion, King of the Jungle, to settle the debate.

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When they approached the Lion, the Donkey exclaimed, “Your Highness, isn’t it true that the grass is blue?”

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“Yes,” the Lion calmly answered, “The grass is blue.”

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Not yet satisfied, the Donkey continued, “The Tiger disagrees and argues with me. You must punish him.”

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The Lion nodded, “I will. The Tiger will be punished with a year of silence.”

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The Donkey walked off into the jungle, celebrating his victory.

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Before the Tiger turned to leave, he looked up at the Lion. “Your Highness, why have you punished me? After all, you must see the grass is clearly green.”

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The Lion nodded, “Yes, of course the grass is green.”

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“Then why am I being punished?” asked the Tiger.

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“Because someone as wise as you should never waste time proving anything to a fool.”

Bye,

Shaina...