Friday, October 10, 2014

POP A PILL!

"Oh, Mom, I can't seem to remember anything lately," sighed my firstborn, 7 months pregnant with her third.  "Placental shunting."

Kimberly said those last two words like they meant something to me.  Detecting my fog, she attempted to blow it away with, "Pregnancy brain."  Seems there is a medical term for this known as Placenta to Brain Syndrome.  

Thirteen years later Kimberly, Elizabeth (placenta free!) and I had a wonderful girl-getaway at the beach, as you can see.  I detected no dain bramage from either of us, resulting from motherhood. Just sheer fun!

Now I don't claim to be up on the latest medically nor do I always buy into it fully at first. So many times further testing contradicts the original premise. 

An example?  Sugar causes hyper activity in children. Accepted by doctors and parents until a study was done with a roomful of children at a party.  Half had sugar, half did not.  Parents nor professionals could tell the difference by observation.  

New premise: it may be the occasion or activity (parties!  Ya' think?) causing the high level of energy, rather than the glucose.  Same with the old thought, "Drink 8 glasses of water a day."  No matter your weight?  No study ever was done when that recommendation came out. Even salt causing high blood pressure is being questioned.

Pregnancy brain, huh?  I do remember being busy as a young mother of two with Katy on the way.  I forgot things.  Couldn't always clink thearly.  I thought it was because I was busy as a young mother of two.  So I blamed Kimberly and Kent, not mommy brain. Who needs a syndrome for dain bramage?  

For generations women have been told that having children will turn their brains to mush, that the demands of motherhood will cause them to spiral into mindless behavior, like putting keys into the refrigerator or the milk in the closet.  In fact, recent studies show that new mothers develop certain cognitive enhancements.  

The hypothalamus, the amygdala and the prefrontal cortex actually grow post partum. These areas motivate a mom to care for her infant, to enjoy the simple interactions and to be more effective at skills like reasoning, planning and judgment.   Put another way, love grows a mother's brain, literally. Once again science catches up with old wives' tales about a mother's love.

See, moms?  Pregnancy made you smarter after all!  God knew what He was doing.

What about dads? Testosterone levels drop by a third in the weeks following their child's arrival, making them more nurturing, less aggressive. What about the other side effect of low T?  Keep in mind that new mothers are probably temporarily more interested in the new baby than in the baby maker! 


I know my ears heard better when my baby cried during the night.  My nose seemed to detect dirty diapers before Doug's did.  That may also be scientifically valid, since women have more olfactory nerves in our noses than do men.  Further studies. however, showed men actually smell some things better than women.  Another study showed no difference between sexes in detecting scents. 

Apparently there are enough studies to validate most any opinion!

So is it science or old wives' tales?  I choose to lean a third direction.



God equips us to handle what we were designed for.  

It's not always so simplistic.  As an example though, years ago I made a personal decision based on that premise. I chose to reject the current medical trend to prescribe hormone replacement therapy to women for menopausal symptoms.  

Talking to a friend, I wondered, "Why would God universally stop our bodies from making something if we needed it at this time?" She agreed but was torn because her symptoms were so bad. She continued taking hormones. Years later the studies showed they caused cancer, heart problems, stroke, etc. and doctors backed off prescribing them.  

My friend got cancer.  I don't know the cause. She just finished treatments.

Are we too quick to take drugs?  ADD?  Here, take this drug.  Vets coming home suffering PTSS?  Here, take this drug.  Nicotine addiction?  Here's a patch.  Sometimes we "patch up" our ailments only to learn the quick fix makes things worse in the long run. 

I'm not against medicine--it just saved our grandson's life!  It helps me manage my diabetes. Anti-depressants can help people deal with deep depression.  I praise God for medicine and the medical community too. But I wonder if syndromes, symptoms and drugs may have too close a relationship.  It seems to be the first answer to most everything. Use can easily becomes abuse.

We ARE wonderfully made!  God also gives us a wonderful medical community.  Be neither the first one on, nor the last one off, their band wagon.  To put it another way:



One of the fruits of the Spirit is temperance.  Perhaps He wants to guide us one way or the other, finding balance. Sometimes, instead of pop a pill, the answer may lie in eating healthier, natural foods or exercise to produce and release what God put within our bodies.  Ask God first, not last. God is God. Doctors are not. They are God's gift to us. 

That's my take away.  Not my advice, just my old wife's opinion.



Thursday, October 2, 2014

16 FLOWERS THAT LOOK LIKE SOMETHING ELSE


Doug came in today with these roses.  I cut a few fronds from our ferns to add to the vase.  A rose is a rose and looks like a rose. Not so with all flowers as you can see below!

I find pareidolia fascinating.  It's when something appears to be something else. A recent blog was my introduction to this new word and concept. This post zeroes in on flowers, mostly orchids, that resemble something else. 

When this happens in nature I think God might be revealing His marvelous sense of humor, irony and creativity. He tucks away these gems for our discovery.  I smile and think He smiles back. Care to join us?




#1.  These look like happy aliens. (Calceolaria Uniflora)





#2. Swaddled babies (Anguloa Uniflora)





#3. Monkey face orchid (Dracula Simia)







#4. Moth orchid (Phalaenopsis)







#5. Laughing bumble bee orchid (Ophrys bomybliflora)






#6. Naked man orchid (Orchis Italica)





#7. Hooker's lips (Psychotria Elata)




#8. Parrot flower (Impatiens Psittacina)






#9. Angel orchid (Habenaria Grandifloriformis)





#10. Flying duck orchid (Caleana Major)





#11. White egret orchid (Habenaria Radiata)





#12. Candy skulls are Snap Dragon Seed Pods (Antirrhinum)




#13. Dancing girls (Impatiens Bequaertii)





#14. Ballerinas




#15. Tiger Face




#16. Dove orchid or Holy Ghost orchid (Peristeria Elata)


                                         




























My family must have this same wit because I remember attending my Uncle Roy's funeral years ago. He was Mama's oldest brother. Their younger brother, Uncle Duck, looked tenderly at some flowers on the fresh grave.  Wiping away a tear, he leaned my way and quietly said. "Look!  Your Uncle Roy has little boy flowers!"  Here's what I saw.



Years later I learned. . .
Little boy flowers (Red Anthurium)

Friday, September 26, 2014

REMEMBERING NAMES

I love people! While I'm good at remembering faces, I have a lousy memory for names. I know it's important so through the years I tried most of the tricks.

Like right after Doug and I married, moved to Kinston, NC, and our first ministry at Bethel Free Will Baptist Church, I tried. I really tried. One day at our mailbox the friendly rural mailman introduced himself, "Hi! I'm Mr. Baker, your mail carrier.  Welcome to the south. If you need stamps, just let me know, ma'am."  Impressed with the rural service, I vowed to remember his name. 



As I walked back to the house I thought Memory by association, memory by association.  Mr. Baker, Baker.  Oh! I got it.  Two professions. He's a mailman but has the name of another job, a baker.  I'm gonna remember his name. THIS time I got it!

About a week later I spotted his truck and trotted confidently to greet him. I smiled.  He smiled and nodded back.  I burst out, "And a good morning to you, Mr. Taylor!"  The puzzled look on his face cleared up my fog.  "Oh, I mean, Mr. Baker. . .BAKER! Your name is Mr. Baker" I declared. He nodded again, as his smile faded.

Memory by association. Phfffttt!

Most people learn but here we are 45 years later and I tried it again recently at Sam's Club. Our friendly shopping cart gatherer has autism and is a wonderful employee. He's a hard worker and very friendly.  Doug asked his name and he replied, "I'm Frank."

"You do a good job, Frank!"

He beamed, "Thank you, sir."

A few weeks later, back at Sam's, I spotted him. I'm gonna brag on him this time. I shouted out over the rumbling line of carts he was pushing, "Hi, Ernest!  Ernest? ERNEST?"





He just kept pushing his carts. I wondered why he wasn't answering me until  Doug muttered, "It's Frank."

I just kept pushing my cart too.

Did I mention I'm good at faces? Sometimes.

Last week, visiting our daughter, Kimberly, in Minneapolis I met a pastor friend of hers. We introduced ourselves, shaking hands when Kimberly informed us, "You've met before."  

We both winced in unison.  "Guess we didn't make much of an impression on each other," I laughed.  He chuckled too.  I can't remember his name.  Probably won't recognize his face either when we meet a third time next visit at Christmas.

But I really do love people!



This time we remembered his name!

Friday, September 19, 2014

NOT AS THINGS APPEAR

Today I learned a new word: pareidolia.  It means seeing faces or a semblance of a living thing in inanimate objects.  Before you call the paddy wagon to take me away, let me add two more things.  I read it's quite common for pretty much everyone to do this.  Secondly, I'm NOT hearing voices. . .yet.  



























Let's see how long it takes you to spot this one.