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"Cherish is the word..."
- T.Kirkman/The Association
A Life Ever Changing #6
By Angel
...Mrs. Brown informed me that she had made an appointment
for the both of us, but that we should eat first. I asked
her what kind of an appointment and all she would say was
that it was a surprise. (Oh no! But, I was getting to eat!)
She then took out a small hair brush from her purse and
handed it to me...
She told me to pull down the window visor. I did and saw a
mirror! Cool! I brushed my hair back to its normal state
and handed her the brush back. She told me to put it back
in her purse so I did. She just looked at me for a moment
and I realized, oops, ah, thank you Mrs. Brown for the use
of your brush. She smiled and said your welcome Ricky. (Oh,
"FRAPST!")
Mrs. Brown informed me that we were going to one of her
favorite places to dine. I was to mind my manners and if I
had a question about anything to ask her in a low soft
voice, and to never use a loud tone of voice. I should
consider using quieter and softer tones of voice for all my
interactions with others. It is the proper way to talk with
people. She went on to inform me that my voice was too loud
at Betty's store and to use only enough volume to be heard
comfortably. That was why every time I spoke, others in the
store looked at me. (I bet! That was not the only reason I
am sure!)
We pulled up to this nice looking place and Mrs. Brown
stopped the car, but left the engine running. A uniformed
man came and opened her door; she stepped out and gave him
something. (I don't know, but I think it was money.)
I got out then and waited for her. We walked up to the
entrance and she waited while another man opened the door
for us. We went inside and WOW! What a place, fancy!
Another man dressed very nicely was standing behind a small
podium type desk. He greeted Mrs. Brown by name and told
her that her table for two was ready. (When had she made
this reservation? Something did not seem right to me and I
started to try and go over the events of the day.)
I followed Mrs. Brown and tried to think. (Not a smart
thing to do.) I almost ran into a table I was thinking so
hard and the looks I received from them both almost stopped
my heart! I apologized and we were then seated. Now I got a
shock! The man took the cloth napkin from my place setting
and put it on my lap! I jumped and Mrs. Brown chuckled!
The man just looked at me with a smile and said. "Your
first time dining with us young sir?
Red again! "Um, yes, sir it is," I answered. He chuckled
and waved to a young uniformed lady and told Mrs. Brown
that he hoped she would enjoy her meal. He then left
patting me on my shoulder as he went by.
(Oh, FRAPS!) Okay, where was the menu? I know I should have
a menu somewhere nearby. NOPE! One menu and Mrs. Brown had
it. (Oh, FRIPSY!) The young lady walked up and asked Mrs.
Brown if we would like to start with liquid refreshment.
Mrs. Brown said, "Thank you, Gloria. I believe Ricky and I
will start with an iced tea." (I don't like iced tea!) I
knew better than to mention this so I just smiled. (I am
learning!)
Gloria left to get our teas and Mrs. Brown informed me that
she would be ordering our food. She said that I would not
understand the menu. Gloria came back with our tea and
paused. Mrs. Brown told her we would have something light
and that we both would have the chef's salad. (RABBIT
FOOD!!!!) Okay, I smiled, and Mrs. Brown nodded to Gloria
and off she went.
"One thing that you will learn a lot about, Ricky, is diet
and nutrition," Mrs. Brown said. "It is very important
especially for a young and growing boy like you. You look
healthy enough, but I bet your eating habits need a lot of
work." She told me to look at the silverware and then asked
me which fork would I use for my salad. What? She chuckled
and told me to watch what she did closely. Okay.
I looked at her and while I did, I made the stupid mistake
of putting my elbow on the table and started to rest my
head on my hand. OOPS! The look I received was enough! She
told me to always keep one hand on my lap unless I was
going to use a knife to cut with. Okay.
Next, Mrs. Brown asked me when was the last time I had
gotten my hair at least trimmed. She put the emphasis on
the "at least" part. I told her that it had been awhile and
she just smiled and nodded. (Okay, I now knew what the
surprise was!)
Thank goodness Gloria was back with our salads! Okay, where
was the salad dressing? I wanted to drown this rabbit food
with Italian! Nope, The dressing was already applied.
Something clear and oily had been added. Okay. What is in
this salad? Okay, I will just watch her and do what she
does... That is exactly what I did and I got through the
salad with only 2 comments. "Smaller bites, Ricky," and,
"Chew your salad more before you swallow." Okay.
Thank the Lord that was over! NOPE! After dining we had hot
tea. BLACK! YUCK! Conversation turned to my personal life.
Oh, no! FRAPST!
We talked (She asked questions and I talked really.) In a
"soft voice" I must add. The topic, my HYGIENE! My
APPEARANCE! How I took care of my self. OH FRIPSY!
First she asked me how often I bathed! I told her every
morning, but not always on Saturdays. She shook her head in
the negative with that answer. "How about your hair?" she
asked.
"What about my hair?" I answered.
"How often do you shampoo and condition your hair?"
"I shampoo it every time I shower. Condition? What's that?"
Mrs. Brown gave another negative shake of the head. She
asked to see my hands then. (What? Why?) Okay, I showed her
my hands and she examined each of them closely. Mrs. Brown
gave another negative shake of the head. (I was getting
nervous again!) She asked me if I ever took a soaking bath?
A bath? "Like lay in a tub of hot water forever?" I
answered.
She laughed at that and I started to feel better again. She
asked me about hobbies and I had to tell her I read a lot.
I read to my brother and sister especially to my brother
because he could not read yet. I told her I exercised and
used different things as weights. She gave me one of those
questioning looks so I added that I used a 5-pound bag of
sugar wrapped in a scarf as hand and leg weights. I also
used water filled gallon milk jugs. I had a backpack my
father had left me which I stuffed with stones and then did
push ups and other exercise's with. I also took my brother
and sister on walks and I wore the pack then as well. She
looked impressed! COOL!
She then asked me how I helped my mother out at home. Well,
the list was long and my mother had taught me many things
so I could help my brother, sister and her. I added that I
could take care of myself as well. She pressed me for
particulars so I had to get specific. She then motioned to
Gloria for more tea for us both, (YUCK!) then she looked at
her watch. She smiled and said we had time, so on it went.
I cooked and not just easy stuff either. I knew how to cook
well. I prepared and cooked full meals and even cooked the
holiday meals. I hardly ever used instant anything, knew my
spices and helped with the food shopping and menu planning.
I kept the house clean, vacuumed, dusted, washed the floors
and windows as well as all the mirrors. I did the laundry,
which included knowing how to sort the clothes by color and
the temperatures used for each. What needed to be hand
washed, dry-cleaned and when and what to use bleach with. I
also know when and with what to add the fabric softener. I
added that my mother often worked 12-hour days so it was up
to me to make sure she could come home and relax with the
family. I always had dinner waiting for her when she got
home, even when it was late at night. She deserved no less!
Mrs. Brown looked surprised and impressed with me. (WHAT?
Impressed with me?) Did I score some good points here?
COOL!
She looked at her watch again then at me and asked, "You
take care of your brother and sister, how do you do that?"
Oh boy! Okay, in a soft voice, almost a whisper I began the
day-to-day care of my siblings. I explained my brother's
mental handicap and how he was more like a 3 year old than
his true age. So, I took care of him as such. Playtime was
what a 3 year old would enjoy. Lots of playtime as often as
I could manage it. I shared my room with my little brother
so I was able to help him a lot.
Then there was Mrs. Smith who gave me things to help with
his education and development. She helped me a lot as well
by taking care of and teaching my brother during the week
while I was at school. Mrs. Brown smiled and then asked
about caring for my little sister. (Oh FRAPST!) Okay, My
sister was like any other little girl who liked to play
with dolls and make believe she was a mommy by trying to
help with dishes and cleaning and baby care. I laughed
"softly" and added she made my cleaning chores harder most
of the time.
Mrs. Brown asked me about her handicap and I was lost for a
second and then realized she was talking about her medical
problem. I must have turned red again because Mrs. Brown
reminded me she was a nurse while chuckling.
I nodded and told her that my sister was born with
something wrong with her bladder and that she had had an
operation. The only real problem was when she went to bed
for the night and the results from that in the morning.
Other than that she mostly was fine during the day unless
her teacher or someone else prevented her from reaching a
bathroom in time. That was why she still wore training
pants to school.
Once she was home she could wear regular underwear. I
chuckled at that and told Mrs. Brown that it was her
favorite time of the day to come home and change into her
"REAL PANTIES" as she always exclaimed to me as she ran
into her room every afternoon. When she had had an accident
at school, which was rare she would come home very quietly
and tell me she needed to take a bubble bath. I always
treated her to a fun bubble bath after the rare accident.
She loved all the bubbles and smelling like flowers. She
was always happy after one. If I just had her wash up, she
was gloomy the rest of the afternoon.
I also made preparing for bed a fun time as well. I made a
big thing about both of them choosing a story for me to
read and what they wanted to wear to bed.
Mrs. Brown then asked me about the diapering. (OH FRAPST)
Okay, well I remember when I was 4 and in the hospital. My
mother told me I had a serious problem with my glands back
then and was in the hospital often. I was potty trained
already, but the nurses kept me in diapers and in bed at
all times. I had IVs in at least one arm most of the time.
I remembered how some of the nurses were kind and friendly
while other liked to make fun of me and talk to me like I
was a baby. I hated that!
So I was extra careful with my little sister. I had her
help me as much as possible. I explained what the baby oil
and diaper rash cream were for and why we had to use it. I
explained to her why we had to use several diapers and how
to fold the inner ones and how to pin the outer ones
correctly.
I told Mrs. Brown how I had made cloth diapers for my
sister's dolls and she picked one each night to diaper and
bring to bed with her. She liked that a lot! So now, she
prepared everything for me to use before I came to her
room. She would have the diapers prepared and the pins and
plastic pants right there in easy reach. She handed me the
oil and cream when I needed them. Then as I went to wash my
hands she would get the book she wanted me to read from
that night. We made it a fun time not a chore or something
to be embarrassed about. It was cool. Mrs. Brown looked
impressed with me again! COOL!
Mrs. Brown then surprised me by saying, "Ricky, you are
much more mature for your age than most young boys are.
Your decision to enter the health care field is perfect for
someone like you." (What does that mean?) "You have a rare
quality in a boy. You put others first and really care
about them. You show compassion and have tolerance, but
most of all you care from your heart and gave of yourself."
WOW! I never, ever had been talked about like that before.
Was she really talking about me? ME? The kid who had no
friends but a neighbor's daughter who liked me? The kid who
lived mostly secluded at home whose big adventure was to
take his siblings for walks? Homework was a cool thing to
have to do! Reading books, listening to the radio and
playing his recorder was entertainment. RARE? Okay, if she
said so. I had nothing really to judge by. The other kids
at school all thought I was a momma's boy for doing what
had to be done. So who were they to judge anything by? She
had made me feel good about myself! Maybe I wasn't such a
dumb, weird geek after all.
Mrs. Brown looked at her watch again and asked me to come
over and help her from her seat. What? Okay, so I got up
and went over to her and she whispered that I was to pull
her chair back as she got up. Okay. I can do that. She left
a small pile of money on a little tray that Gloria must
have put there that I did not notice. Mrs. Brown then asked
me if I was ready for my surprise? OH FRAPST!!!!
Madison
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