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They think you're stupid

They think you're stupid

No one can decide who you are and what you should do and who you can be. Only you can.

You've won the lottery

A few weekends ago, my son and I went to Paris.

My sister needed help.

So I went.

My sister didn't want my whole zoo-clan packed in her space, so I had to choose one of my monkeys.

Eenie-meenie miney-mo.

I chose my son because it was his turn for some 'mummy-and-me' time.

We were in one of my go-to shops in Paris to stock up on some cool French stuff and Max started to whine about something. 

(I don't even remember what it was about.)

I just stopped cold in my tracks.

"Really Max? You're complaining? Really?"

Oh no. I wasn't havin' it.

Right there in the shop I just gave him this life lesson.

Nip that shitz in the bud.

There is no complaining when in Paris.

There is no crying in baseball.

And there is no complaining in Paris.

(Yeah right - try telling that to all the other French living there.)

Especially not after you've eaten a fresh pain au chocolat. And you're in a cool Parisian shop. With your mum. On a mummy/son trip. Together. Without your sisters.

Oh hell no.

There is NO complaining allowed.

Then I started to remind him about what he's grateful for.

We made a list.

"Max, gimme 5 things you're grateful for."

When my kids start complaining about the stupidest stuff, I just stop them right there and say, "No. You do NOT get to complain right now."

One of my favourite dudes to watch, listen, follow and learn from is Gary Vaynerchuk

Love him.

He often talks about how being a human being is like winning the lotto. Here's another good one too.

And that there's no room to complain

(More good videos here, here, and here.)

Ok, kids are kids, and they will winge and whine and complain 'til the cows come home.

But, inside all of that, there's definitely a life lesson to be learned.

All I can do is speak for my kids and their situation.

They have no room to complain.

As soon as they start whining about some stupid thing, like how they wanted another biscuit and someone else had one more than they did, I give them 'the look', and I make them switch into 'what are you grateful for' mode.

STOP complaining. 

START declaring to yourself what you're grateful for in your day. 

How about listing 5 things you're grateful for each week?

It can be as simple as, "I slept well last night."

Or, "I ate one of my favourite meals."

Or, "I finished a great book."

Or, "I got laid."

Whatever.

Just be grateful for it.

Start small. Work up to big. 

One step at a time.

Watch what happens.

Have fun!

— Dr MaryAnne

PS - How about being grateful for getting adjusted and getting a great massage? Haven't done that in a while? Book those now!

If only I could get my hands on you

Yesterday I sent an email with a video of me adjusting a child.

I've started to become good friends with his mother and what warms my heart is that I know that as long as they are in my life, that kid (and his siblings) will probably get regular adjustments for the rest of his life.

What breaks my heart is when I hear about children who are suffering from health issues, some common and some more complicated, and if I could only get my hands on them to check and adjust their spines, their health would probably improve.

This morning a woman I've known for a while was telling me about her 8-year-old son who had to go to the A&E for some complications with his brain.

(I won't get into the gory details here.)

I was surprised and also very curious about what happened.

She explained it to me blow by blow.

So, my doctor-thinking-cap went on and I started to ask her everything, starting from birth.

She told me that the birth was difficult, especially at the end, and pushing took a while.

Then she noticed that when he was 7-months, there were already problems with his muscle development.

She asked the GP if it was normal.

They said yes.

Then at age 2, she noticed that he didn't speak very much.

The GP told her it was normal for bilingual families to have children who have speech delay.

But she knew something wasn't quite right.

He also started walking later than most children.

She also noticed that he was clumsy.

Then at age 4 he developed a squint.

More and more, she noticed something subtle, but the GPs always told her it was nothing to worry about.

"He'll grow out of it."

But her mummy instincts always sounded the alarms.

What's a mother to do?

I didn't say this to her, but I wish I had seen this boy at birth! Or even at age 7-months when he was a baby showing signs of interference in the nervous system.

And now, this boy at 8-years-old, the mother was proven right. 

The neurosurgeons had to do a relatively minor procedure in his brain.

Finally, the neurosurgeons, with the clear tests showing he had an issue, took action to correct the problem.

Thank god they found the problem in time.

But, was this avoidable?

If I did have the chance to adjust this child since birth (like I believe all children should), would he still have developed this problem?

I can't answer that because we will never know.

But I bet that regular adjustments would probably have helped in some way.

Luckily, he's still young at 8.

Now that I've told his mother about chiropractic and what it can do to help his nervous system and spine to clear up any interferences in his system, we can see how the regular adjustments makes a positive improvement.

He's still going to the neurologist and the paediatrician for tests regularly.

Yes, that's important.

But I have a strong feeling that this boy will heal much better and faster if his spine and nervous system are in optimal condition from the regular adjustments.

This is such a passion of mine.

I wish I could somehow tell everyone about this.

But I can't just shove it down people's throats.

That would probably scare off a lot of people.

They'd think I'm a crazy person.

I need your help.

Tell people about chiropractic.

Share your story with people.

Tell them about your child getting chiropractic care.

I'm convinced that it's the good that will make a positive difference in this world.

Thank you!

Have a good night!

See you at your next adjustment (don't wait until you're in pain!).

— Dr MaryAnne


 

When a backwards "e" is a major life crisis

When I think about my early childhood, bits and pieces of events float in and out of my memory. 

Surely they aren't accurate, and a lot of it has to do with the emotions involved, what I learned, and the 'story' around what I think happened.

Lately, my five year old has been enthusiastically learning her letters and words and spelling. 

I've been thoroughly impressed with how eager she is in reading and writing all by herself.

She's sounding out everything.

It's definitely not how I remember it when I was five. 

Then again, I don't even remember how it was when I first learned how to read and write.

Anyway, she loves writing notes to everyone. 

To me, to her father, her siblings, and also her friends.

The other day I told her that she was invited to one of her best friend's birthday party.

Ever since I told her, she's been obsessed with writing her a birthday card.

It's very sweet.

So this afternoon we went to the shop and picked out a card.

As soon as we got home, she immediately sat down and started to write, "Deer Susie."

(Name has been changed to protect anyone involved.)

Then the crisis hit.

As I helped her write her letters, just sounding them out with her, she asked me while motioning in the air with her finger, "Is the "e" like this way? Or this way?"

She's whisping her finger in the air trying to show me how to draw an "e" as if the paper was floating in front of her.

Then, in the card, she drew her lower-case 'e' for 'Susie'.

"There! Look mummy! Like this?"

Uh oh. It's fudking backwards.

Here it comes.

My little perfectionist Virgo female five-year-old starts having a conniption. 

Like it's the end of the world.

Like, there's no more opportunity to write another "e".

Ever.

I'm trying really really hard not to laugh.

It's a frickin' "E" for crying out loud (literally!).

What the hell is wrong with her?

Oh, I know.

It's 6:00pm and she's exhausted.

And she's five.

So I hug her and hold her and tell her that practice is what she needs and that she has to learn from her mistakes.

Nope. Uh uh.

How the hell is a five-year-old perfectionist going to understand THAT?

She wasn't having it.

So I just held her. Caressing her face and her hair. Sitting as calmly and lovingly as possible.

The girl was totally done. Caput. Spent.

Long days at school will do that to an active girl!

Then after her wailing turned into quiet whimpers, I asked her, "Do you want an adjustment?"

Nod nod.

"Ok, let's get adjusted. Turn your power ON."

And she laid down on the adjusting table and I adjusted her.

Then, once the adjustment was finished, she hopped up, high-fived me, and had a sudden burst of energy!

It was like a switch turned on.

Oh boy. 

I know the adjustment was good for her, but as her mom who wanted some P&Q, the effect was opposite of what I had hoped.

I really wanted her to get conked out.

Nope. She just had a new zest for life.

Everything was peachy, and the whole backwards "e" problem - totally forgotten.

Life was AWESOME again.

And there we have it. 

Life of a 5-year-old.

One minute life sucks.

The next (after an adjustment), life is superb!

Whoo Hoo!

See you at YOUR next adjustment!

— Dr MaryAnne.