Emigrant Murks is preparing to go

It is October 2012. Is it the last month ever when Emigrant Murks lives in Estonia? Never say never but still... 

October is a nice month. The last month in the year that is colorful and sunny. Then comes dirt and, hopefully, snow. At least here, in Tartu. In Tavelsjö the snow will be already on the ground. Hopefully. In November when we will arrive there. Otherwise there will be dark.

There is still many things to prepare. Someone needs updated drivers license. Someone needs international passport. Need to go to notary to organize some paperwork. Need to see some people. Need to work till the kid has the play-mate here. Need to pack some stuff. Need to get rid of some stuff. Need to...

Mother Murks is an Emigrant

Mother Murks is moving away.
Where?
To a beautiful lake named Tavelsjö. Close to a town called Umea. Close to Norrlands "best" university. Close to Norrlands' biggest and best hospital. To Sweden.
Why?
 - Because he does not like living here in Estonia.
 - Because he had to disappoint so many times here. With people. How things are done. How things are communicated.
 - Because there is no workplace here in Estonia for him. Because of the finances. Because of the institutional stagnation of the work colleagues.
 - Because the rehabilitation system sucks in Estonia. Though, there are some nice people, there are more bureaucratic ones and those that float in the system. 
 - Because the medical system sucks in Estonia. I still hope that there is the knowledge, and the problem is only in "patient communication". But I do not know anymore...
 - Because our daughter needs (most probable) special care and tolerant society.
 - Because he needs to be close to his workplace and his friends.

What does Emigrant Murks need?

Mother Murks is not normal

Standards. There are standards that we compare ourselves with. It is in human nature - like Levi-Srauss discussed - to classify, to make categories, to compare. The standards that are created by the society, by science, by ... any group of people. And then it is also common to compare everything to ones' self. And, of course, everything related to myself is normal. "I am normal," people say and think. Normal people.

Mother Murks' grandpa was once in 1930s selected as the most typical Estonian from anthropometric values. The standard person! Measures of the skull, length, wideness of chest... He was the most normal person in the gang of Estonians. Standard. He also had a super ironic way of making jokes, as Mother Murks has heard.. so, no-one would have wanted to be the target of his jokes. It seems to be also typical Estonian, or not?

Mother Murks has always thought to be normal. Maybe a bit small and fat, but this is also just cute. Still, the testing of Murks' chromosomes does not show that. Mother Murks is missing a gene in the 16th of chromosome. Hmmm. Apparently this is not normal, or is it? 

Mother Murks is looking for her brain

Where did she leave it? Where is it?

Being a Mother seems to be so biological thing that one is just losing her mind. Her ability to think and analyze. Being a Mother becomes so overwhelmed with senses. The brain works lead by some kind of chemical-physical-biological engine. When the baby is in a bad mood the Mother just can not do anything else but deal with it till the mood is good again. When the baby is crying the Mothers' breasts are hurting and she feels physically enforced to act on it.  

Mother can not read, write and analyze anything when the kid is demanding any kind of attention. Even if the kid is asleep. The Mother has to think if the kid is sleeping fine. The Mother has to have the control of the well-being of her kid. Only some trustworthy people can take the babysitting work, otherwise the Mother is still thinking only about the kid, even if the kid is not around. 

Uh. Everything is fine! Uh. Where is the brain?

Mother Murks is laughing at the dog and the baby

Every morning when the dog sees the baby been woken up she goes and brings her bone. The baby is normally on the floor and crawls between her toys. The dog puts her bone close to baby and lies down next to it , making the face she is just minding her own business, maybe cleaning herself a bit or something. Of course the baby notices to bone and goes directly for it. Sometimes she Mother Murks is faster than the baby and says "Ei", "Eee" or "Athena, ei tohi!" Then the dog takes fast the bone and comes to Mother Murks waving her tail. sometimes the baby is faster and turns to her back to enjoy the bone. Mother Murks says "Eee", and the dog goes and takes the bone gently from her hands. And goes again somewhere close to attract the baby to come and play. Every morning. Playing is fun!

Mother Murks is thinking about disability

Recently there has been a lot of talking about disabilities. People with disabilities. Children with disabilities. It seems to Mother Murks that people like to use this word "disability" to describe anything that is a bit abnormal and not conventional. Abnormal behavior or a state of mind or understanding or... 

BUT EVERYTHING IS NOT DISABILITY! Some things ARE just the personal characteristics of the person. Some things ARE just the personal preferences of the person. And if you do not understand them or agree with them, do not try to change them but just accept them.

Mother Murks thinks that it is important to leave the disability-diagnosis for the medical doctors to decide. Disabilities are possible to treat with therapies. If not really treat but at least control with therapies. But if one wants to change the persons characteristics or preferences... THIS IS JUST BRAIN-WASHING!  

Mother Murks knows... sometimes it is difficult to distinct between diagnosis and characteristics. And, most probable, medicine can still develop a lot to give new and different diagnosis to different states of mind. But I think if anyone wants to be wise enough to give diagnosis to new types of "mental disabilities" it can only ask for trouble and more misunderstandings among the people close to you as well as in the society in general.
"Disability" in common language is used as something negative, ridiculous, depreciative. It should not be like that, but those were-doctors just regenerate the negativity towards disabled people (given a medical diagnosis) even more.Disabled people could sometimes enrich the society even more than the "normal" ones.

Mother Murks has an external heart

The Heart is on the ground and gradually crawling. 
The Heart is fond of the big book-shelves. The books are the best toys in the world. Only so far they should be biting-proof.
The Heart is often laughing, sometimes cranky and crying.
The Heart has two teeth.
The Heart is fond of the dog, Esta.Esta shares her bone with the Heart.
The Heart likes to eat pumpkin-puree.
The Heart likes to swim under water and splash the water.
And.. The Heart likes to sit in Murks lap.