Thursday, 15 October 2020

Smiles Abound with a Seesaw App.

Smiles Abound, With a SeeSaw App.




I absolutely love this new SeeSaw app teachers are using in schools. It's amazing getting notes and pics and things, randomly sent to me- while Logan's off at school, in his own big world. 

In the 70s, 80s, and 90s, there was NO SIDE HUSTLE...Not for Gen X no way. Sometimes we feel like a middle child between The Baby Boomers and The Millenials.  Definitely, if it was not for all of the existential hard-working Boomers, so hard working during hard and dark times. Things were drastically different back then without technology.

A picture sent to an inbox in these two eras would seem unheard of, though, still a thoughtful approach to bridging community and involvement, while lessoning any gaps. 



I remember foremost we had big steel signs that would show in windows as "A neighborhood watch program" that was in full effect, and the neighborhoods, the people, in these areas in Ontario were rich with community standards, involvement, and care.

If taking student or classroom pictures were on a faculty list at any school, this is what it would look like;
 
Here we go now, centering back to the 80s; a fun colourful time with not much to really be seen on the news, in my area of the home.

We would be taking a picture using a Polaroid, wait it out a few seconds, while this seemed to last forever.  The picture would then shoot out from the Polaroid, no one would dare touch it for at least 6 to 10 minutes, or then the picture would be ruined FOREVER!!!!! Yes forever! This sometimes would be considered nowadays a glitch.




More pictures would be taken, not just one. Possibly the parents or groups would be shouting in hypo-glee mode, "take the picture" while tons of polaroids could be then shot out from a slim opening, not like anything seen today. Perhaps, like a FLASH of lightning, A polaroid mess-crashes, gathering and landing on the floor, and then not to smear these action shots, of our precious family photos. 

No one really knowing for sure how to take a picture with a steady hand while in focus. With kids, friends, families, all not very used to such a display of cherished moments in reflection, while keeping memories alive. Crowds of friends, families, workmates, and extended families would be gathered together weekly.  How to work this Polaroid contraption, where some adults with mechanical knowledge and background would be put in charge of the polaroid.  Snapping pictures wildly, before the big heavy camera is out of thick greasy paper.  Which was not accessible in many areas of shops and then to just cast our memories instead of being together, many of us, all the time, remembered these moments anyway.

If the pictures turned out, dried, someone in charge of acting director "saying that's enough, don't waste the ink"  Everyone in the room the same room mind you; could all have a look-see, all giddy-like in the cheer about a fantastic picture taking moment and amazing new use of a new contraption.

Some would shake the picture in hand, -a 5 x 7 or 4 x 6 floppy piece.  If teachers were to include this in their daily classroom activities, wanting to send a picture to a mom, dad, or parental figure...well this has become quite the little hustle now hasn't it?




If this area of manufacturing was established back then, after the final polaroid was taken, teachers would be heading down to their school offices, gathering parents' work or home locations in a scurry, taking notes with a pen and a piece of paper, scribbling addresses with postal codes, clipboards and all, making not one mistake in the parent's location to bring over to grateful families.

One by one and two by two, the teachers seated in cars with hefty seat belts, now driving en route to parent locals. In their hands first, would be a real live paper map, unfolding it was like having spaghetti thrown. Without the use of a GPS or handy google map, or any such mobile cell phones.

Mainly all we had with us, was but a hope and a prayer and each other. We all came from an era filled to the rim, with hustle! The sometimes heated debate about "Is this even in the right place." Would occur, while searching for said parents.

"Yes it's the right local...trust me!!!! As heads turned from side to side trying to catch an address that matches exactly what's on the buildings and what was written down back at the office.

The teachers would have needed to walk up staircases, confused, bewildered, tired; perhaps a tad panicky or panting, or both. Delivering these fine polaroids would be a task given in the same thoughtful form.



 
"They open the door to an unfamiliar workspace, in a location unknown, the teacher would then have the polaroid picture, making sure to be gentle with it, maybe in a folder? In the politest tone, they would say to a present stranger -standing at the front office.

The teacher then asks, "If by chance there happens to be a parent of a certain child from a certain school who may work here?"

 "Yes, I am her."

Oh, here is a picture of your child from school today, we wanted to give this polaroid to you as a precious gift. It's your child and playing and learning today."

You see when I was in school I could break both limbs -Teaching staff in a complete frenzy of commotion, though all fulfilling their duties and responsibilities.

Even though the technology of today is used in many ways, far surpassing mere saving on recycling to lesson garbage fills.  That the power of it is strong for a beautiful means to communications and a picture worth a thousand words, just as it was intended even in history.



Computers were thought of, developed, and then experienced and utilized by Nasa, or so I heard about this from one of my favorite teachers Mrs. Quinton.  By the way, there wasn't any branding in full force by any means. Except perhaps by teachers and maybe even Nasa. Then for the common folk, computers only used at first for a reduction in paper accumulation.  This never really became such a great recycling program at once first thought. Years did surpass while finally recycling paper along with polaroids fell to the wayside, used once in a high waist fashion for school or work, then came times of the Millennium.  Still pens, crayons, markers, and pencils, never did seize.  


"Paper is still for sale at department stores, where essential workers gather.  Gifts are accepted much faster and given with such ease and this handy SeeSaw app, where this article is now a seemingly all over the map, with my See-Saw approach to article writing."


While printers were the fashionable thing for some time, prior.  Though with diligence in technology and growth, I think we finally got to a place where not only recycling has been established, where there is certainly more than enough technology for anyone's fundamental uses.  




Finally, out with the polaroid paper garbage-filled dumps, we're given the gift to see our kids while on the schoolyard, during a harsh time in 2020. Though without such a radical hustle, but for the pure enjoyment of connectivity, watching our kids and youth in the community grow together with many smiles abound, being safe, given a picture with kindness, a new world with inspiring sentimental luxury.

Possibly we could be a bit spoiled with technology and how some choose to use it, this App though is something highly and most intelligently different.

"That's how I feel about life at this moment, as I am just really telling a story about being a mom in 2020, with so much to hope for my child, our communities to grow in strength, with happy times, friends for him, without so much struggle, with a vibrant look on life.  Even though the environmental circumstances are confusing. Seeing these smiles, a gesture in pureness, through SEESAW App, while I'm just learning what an app was myself not too long ago.  As I usually and personally don't always trust many apps, just as I won't want my son to watch too much television or with too much game time. Willingly from the school boards, there it is a picture while I am not taking it, it is with my child in it.  Yes..even with one smile, I know he's happy in his world, a new world for him somehow threefold, but a mom comforted by this."




"Where, now, through my writing in sometimes such random, nonrelated ways, only to hope to encourage in private times to see many years of growth, for the community, with smiles, while writing exploratively with my many unnecessary theories. Thought though, just for kindness and encouragement."






Friday, 27 March 2020

My Journey With Britney Spears, A Mental Health Story

Pop Princess Britney Spears, her rise to the top and the mental illness
her and I both share, Bipolar.
Her Struggles, her pain, I knew all too well.
So I advocated for her, even though she would never know, that
I became her cheerleader.


When I came across this picture, my heart ached once again.
I remembered where I came from, I remembered my story,
I remembered that I fought so hard, The battle seemed long
and unbearable at the time, but I won!


I beat Bipolar hands down, instead of beating myself up for
enduring this, I think now...and remember that,
So I write, I write and I write like I am doing tonight
until my words cause me to feel brave again and in doing so
I am able to heal me again.



When Robin Williams left us, it tore a big hole
in my heart. For the laughter, he gave us, while he
was hiding his mental illness and his struggle. He
was making people laugh, though, with me, he
made me feel a sense of identity when I shared
his illness as well, I became stronger because
he shared his story. Sadly, it took his life,
where this shadow, will always be remembered
through honouring him and his deep legacy of laughter

As someone who has Bipolar, who has fought this illness, 
who has seen the depths of what this illness can do, the harm
it can inflict in the lives of the people who deal with it.
It is people like this, celebrities, like Robin William, Brittany Spears and so many others who have come forward to talk about this rather awkward, debilitating, painful and crucifying illness.


In no way am I trying to not being sensitive about COVID-19,
to the world around us, the despair the planet is facing everywhere right now and for the suffering and the sad situations that this virus has caused.

I came across this very famous picture that you see, of the "princess of pop Brittany Spears." When this came out in the
early Millenium, I had already healed from the wrecks of bipolar, though I followed her story, it gave me more hope to keep fighting, I felt like I was fighting alongside her,
with her. The battles she faced, though hers being wildly public, knowing everyone was speaking of her peculiar and random behaviour.
Deep down I knew exactly what this beautiful person, this iconic figure was going through and I felt close to someone I had never even known.  I wasn't a big fan from her era, I am about ten years her senior-and when I went through the hard times with facing Bipolar I was about five years healthy and well, without an episode to speak of, I had my own business, I was doing very good for myself... then I saw what she faced, head-on in the tabloids and I knew precisely what she was going through. It was everything I had already gone through, I knew her pain, almost like it was my own.

In my day to day life, I chose to and was able to speak about this, through Britney's story for the first time...I became stronger and a big cheerleader of hers, even though she would never know.


Her fight became my fight all over again, against the many
people that I would come into contact with who would nitpick and say hurtful things about her, if they said that about her, then that was what they were saying about me and others.

It hurt just hearing what people thought about her and about her painful struggle with mental illness. The stereotype was apparent, and it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I thought, well...I have to say something...they are saying all these bashing things about people with mental illness, they are talking about me and many people I know... That was the time I finally got to utilize something so powerful, a tool we all have, I got to finally use the strength of my voice. 


I was an esthetician, with my own esthetics business, years ago, I would sit in front people putting on professional make up for them,  or giving them a facial while I went about
pampering them, more times than not the mood would strike up then, a conversation about Britney Spear's story.  This happened more times then I could count. I remember hearing how awful she was, the horrid things she was doing, how ridiculous she was behaving. What did I do when I heard someone speak ill of her? I decided right then and there as I sat at my esthetics tables to, DISPEL ALL OF THAT WAS BEING SAID about her!  I was able to speak to people who would bash her, gossip about her, say petty comments, I was able to STAND UP for someone I would never know..but somehow, along the way our stories collided.

Only because her break down, was my break down, her turmoil was my turmoil and I grew my voice speaking up for her while rooting for her seemed to be more of my job than working on someone's nails ever became. I dived right in to highlight how much she was enduring... Causing a fray of empathy for her anywhere I could. It came out later that she did suffer from the very same illness that I also suffered from just years apart. That was when I knew to share more about these illnesses that are so invisible, so painful and seemingly being so private. It became apparent to rise above my own shyness that it meant something to have this illness, the struggle meant something and when sharing over and over, in my writing or day today, I was able to feel a sense of healing I never had the privilege of feeling before. 



Maybe it's the reason I am sharing this tonight on this blog? Maybe somewhere, someone is also needing a cheerleader? 
There is great strength and power in the words we speak
every day, the things we think about become real. Who we cheer for, who we root for, the words become things, the things we say, to ourselves or out loud, it resonates as real. 

Sharing releases the shame, the pain, the burdens of facing these battles alone.  "Without anyone knowing about the things we are suffering from is NOT the way to go!" 
I am very adamant now that I share my story, whenever and where ever possible. It has brought me great pleasure and many blessings in my life. It has always been my best power tool, my shield and my guard; Hearing other people share their stories, has helped me, offering their voice instead of my own, because, at the time, I was too weak.


When I couldn't fight let alone stand up for my own story and my own self-worth, when I needed it most, the times I was too shy to speak about the pain I was enduring.. their stories

shined a light, showing me the way. Over time I became very free with my words about mental illness and what I faced. Somehow this saved my life. The struggle was and sometimes still is quite real... the words that I speak, the words I write seem to dispel all of that!  When I first heard about her story, my advocacy against mental illness along with the stereotypes and the stigmas, we have been burdened with; began!

-Today, the strength I have gained from winning in this battle of beating bipolar, the compassion I feel every day for humankind, the gratitude I have for being able to live each day to the fullest like it was my last! Not a day goes by without me saying thank you to the universe, for health, and wellness being on my side  - first and foremost. I learned to be good to myself and others. "With all of the scars, all of the embarrassment, the ridicule, the gossip we face, the things we hear people say, It's not an easy task to handle and to regain health and wellness in spite of this, though it can be done!"



Mental illness can be completely debilitating and crucifying in the sense that many who don't understand or accept,
those who may not rally with us or cheer for us. It's NOT something to be mocked, or ridiculed, or gossiped about.  This is a real illness and not all survive, unfortunately, sometimes the pain takes over, very sadly so!  
I had no idea I would be sharing this small part of my journey through Bipolar, though...Maybe tonight somewhere, someone may have needed a light shining on them. Just as I watched Britney Spears struggle, knowing that there was someone out there, who shared the same burdens, was enough as I clapped cheerfully for she turned around and headed for recovery.

Using our words that are gentle and healing, tender and loving, accepting and kind... Being good to our planet, to our

environment, to our friends and family, to our neighbours, to the employees that we can't do without.  Where employers need to know that;  EMPLOYEES ARE REALLY NOT SO IRREPLACEABLE as once was thought. Where having a team full of happy front line workers is a must, it is necessary for businesses to thrive, that employees should not be thought of as a number, just a person to help reach a quota for the duration.  That these employees should be respected, valued, cared for and helped all the time, not just in a world crisis and a pandemic!


Knowing just like the COVID-19 "That This Too Shall Pass"
The lessons learned will be of value for mankind and all humanity and in the many communities, we come from.
In no way do I want to overstep on anyone who is suffering
from the anguish of COVID-19, who is in pain, or deeply burdened, my heart goes out to all who are feeling deep sorrow.



Saying I AM WELL, speaking the words I AM HEALTHY, the healing that comes with these words create a mindset in the beliefs we hold, that no one can ever break or tare down.
"Knowing that you may or may not read this in your social media today, tomorrow or the next day, maybe you won't ever but maybe someone will, maybe it's just the cheer that they needed."  Like I said I had no idea, that I would be up late tonight writing in a blog post. Struck by this one image that I happened to come across on my Instagram Account, though she certainly is brave and she most certainly became victorious in her battle with bipolar, as did I, as can you. 

Knowing that words are power, well....it's great to share.
Sharing tends to strengthen and restore a deep power within.
I think that is what COVID-19 is showing me and perhaps many of us, that sadly tomorrow is not promised. For today, be kind to one another,  with our words that we speak, that is where our true power lies. Knowing that our earth and everything around us can heal if we stand together, not alone!






Tamara Thompson
Author of Children' Books
Before You Were Born
Happy Birthday Jack
Poems of a Codependant
I Dream In Poetry &
The Forwards
"Mental Health books for
Children and Families.
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