So, here’s something icky: for the past few weeks, my family has been battling against ukus. We have done three rounds of uku shampoo, over 20 loads of laundry, several vacuuming sessions, and are currently in the middle of olive oil treatment.
My husband and I don’t have ukus, but my paranoia and disgust is so deep that my whole body itches all the time and I make my husband do the treatment too.
We told the schools where the kids go, but apparently nobody else has ukus. How is that possible? They don’t spontaneously generate. The whole thing makes me feel icky, and defensive. I want to wear a sign that says, “I’m NOT a dirty person!”
This experience has been deeply humbling, and since we’re in the middle of it, I’m still figuring out what I’m learning. Here are my initial impressions:
1. Lots of people are judgmental about ukus.
2. I think I’m one of those people.
3. I am currently experiencing something that I would judge another person about.
4. Humble pie is not that tasty.
We had to go to an event for my husband’s work, and my three-year-old daughter was talking to a couple other little kids about having ukus, and how the olive oil will stop the bad buggies from breathing. And then you comb them out. And the other little kids all nodded, and tried to look at her head. My daughter wouldn’t let them, saying they’d get the bad buggies too. And the kids nodded some more. Which leads me to:
5. When something happens to someone else, it is more useful to use it as an educational experience than a reason to feel superior because it didn’t happen to you.
Perhaps you already knew that. I thought I did, but I guess I needed a refresher.
Have a great week, and I hope you come to Zumba tomorrow at 5:30. I look forward to see you!
-Meredith
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