Worth Reading: Super Inspirational <3 <3 <3
I sat in my chair quietly next to my mom and dad as my grade 4 teacher Mrs. Choksi gave them an update on my progress at school.
“Nitin is a slow learner” said Mrs. Choksi quietly. I held my breath and sank a little lower into my chair. I looked up at my father to see if he was in trouble. My father glanced down, smiled and gave me a quick wink.
On the way home from the Parent-Teacher meeting, I thought about what she had called me – ‘Slow Learner’. Deep down I knew that what she really meant was that I was dumb.
Later that evening, Ma and Pa came into my room carrying a piece of paper and a pen. They sat down on the side of the bed and said, “Want to talk to you about what Mrs.Choksi said today.”
“A Slow Learner” I replied. I had already taken the words to heart.
“That’s right” said my father.. as my mother wrote the words ‘Slow Learner’ on the piece of paper. My parents then held up the piece of paper in front me and purposefully tore it into two.
My eyes widened in surprise.
“Mrs. Choksi is wrong” said my parents as they continued to tear the paper into smaller and smaller pieces.
“You’re not a slow learner.”
“No, and starting tomorrow, you and we are going to show that Mrs. Choksi was wrong, OK?”
“OK” I hugged my mom, snuggled down into my pillow and fell asleep with a smile on my face and a warm glow in my heart.
From that day on, my parents spent one hour per day helping me with my reading and writing. By the end of the year, I was doing much better at school and interestingly no one ever labeled me a ‘Slow Learner’ again.
My parents knew that when a child receives a label from a person in authority such as a teacher or parent, they often take that label to heart and it becomes a part of their self-identity for the rest of their lives.
To avoid this from happening to their son, my parents created a tangible representation of the ‘Slow Learner’ label and tore it up it in front of me so that the label would not become a part of child’s self-concept. Today I would like to thank my parents
Think about the labels that people have given to you. Perhaps you were given a label by one of your parents, your teacher, your spouse or your boss. What is the label that resonates in your mind?
Is there a label that has become part of yourself identity because a person in a position of authority gave it to you? If so, write this label down on a blank sheet of paper and hold it up to see it for what it really is – A Label.
It is a label – nothing more. It is not part of you and you do not have to accept it as part of yourself identity any longer. As you begin to see the label for what it really is – Tear it in half and enjoy the feeling of destroying the label once and for all.
When you do this exercise, you will feel a surge of motivation to take action to ensure that no one attempts to give you this label again in the future.
Just as my parents took action and helped me with my school work, make sure you follow through and do whatever you need to do to eliminate the remnants of the label from your life forever.
SOMEBODY’S OPINION ABOUT YOU DOESN’T HAVE TO BECOME YOUR REALITY <3 <3 <3
VIRAL S. DESAI