
Our Family
My Husband, Aaron and I just finished spending the weekend with our 8 year old son, Carter, at Landmark Education for Young People. It’s interesting to me that after doing the Landmark Forum and the Landmark Advanced Course, here we were sitting through it with Carter. When Aaron and I did Landmark over 4 years ago, Carter was 4 years old and now here he was doing it at 8 years old. If I had gained this technology and skills when I was Carter’s age, who knows how my perspective on life would’ve been through my childhood and adolescent years, and even in my 20′s and early 30′s.
I certainly was not part of the ‘popular’ kids while going through school. I was by no means a beauty queen or the smartest kid. I was a skinny little asian girl that looked a lot different than my caucasion peers. One girl in second grade told me she wouldn’t play with me because my eyes were scary, then she put her fingers up to her eyes to do a slanted look to describe to me what I looked like to her. I didn’t understand that I looked any different until that revelation.
As I got older, my boobs didn’t grow with me. The boys in Jr. High said I was flat chested. My overbite and teeth were too big for my mouth and I started getting acne. Not just a little acne, a lot of acne.
I grew up in a household where I was told that I wasn’t ‘Vietnamese’ enough and went to a school where I wasn’t ‘White’ enough. My Parents got divorced when I was 16 years old and I was happy the fighting was over, but it was still miserable.
What a confusing time! I had very low self-esteem, but had a lot of confidence that I could achieve whatever I wanted. Sounds odd I know, but it got me to where I was in a major part in a high school play and I was the President of the French club.
This set the stage for what was coming in my 20′s….I’ll save that for another blog.
I don’t know all the challenges that Carter comes up against in school and he doesn’t always share how he feels (as most 8 year old boys don’t share these feelings with their parents). He’s been punched in the head by a bully, sent to the Principal’s office for being distracting in class, and yet he is great in math, spelling, & reading. He’s one of the strongest swimmers I’ve ever seen in his age group and also one of the sweetest and polite boys that I know (ok, maybe I’m biased). He gets frustrated, upset, and procrastinates just like a lot of us. He’s also free-spirited, kind, loving, caring, out-going and loves to have fun.
The point is that Carter learned some new skills this weekend that may or may not change his life overnight, but he has a different sense of self-awareness and an awareness of those around him. He gets an opportunity to look at his life in a different way and be responsible for the choices and decisions that he makes. This part I believe he understands. Whether he is happy, sad, bored, playful, it’s all his decision and he has control over how he feels about it. He gets to choose.
He gets to be responsible for his own life.
What a concept.
We all have that same choice.

