Talking in Parenthesis
Ramblings and angst from a mostly stay at home mom
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us. It is in everyone. And as we let our light shine, we give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela
Sunday, August 07, 2005
And on and on and on
I am sure there was some grand reason I decided to start this blog but damned if I can remember now. Knowing me so better yourself through journaling thing. But I don't think that is the reasoning anymore. To tell the truth I enjoy knowing that my writing is on the "world wide web". How silly and vain is that? I miss having a vice. That is one of things that you sort of lose when you have kids and especially if you decided to stay home with you kids full time. All the sudden society sees you as an intellectual vacuum. And no I don't think that is too harsh. When people find out you stay home full time, all the sudden they start using smaller words. That goes from the hair stylist at Fantastic Sams to the principal at you kids school. Oh sure much lip service is paid to how great you are and you have the most important job, etc. But really deep down most folks don't believe it. Yes I have chosen not to be apart of the paid work right now. That doesn't mine I don't want to be somebody when I grow up, I have a plan I have dreams and goals for myself. But right now I see my job as raising my kids to be the best that they can be. And by no means to I think I am better than any Mom that works. For some Moms working is what makes them the best Moms. It is a matter of personality. But I don't sit home doing nothing, watching soaps. I wish I could. That is the one thing that drives me nuts about non at home moms. They think that since I am home, I can watch their kids, do all the school volunteer work, etc. But back to the original topic. Just because I am at home my IQ didn't drop by 50 points. I have actually had teachers speak to me in almost baby talk , offer to explain my children's schoolwork. Elementary school work. But I remain calm, usually add something sarcastic and laugh inwardly when it goes over their head.
But I think that is one of the differences between men and women. There are all types of men out there and usually, not always however, they are treated the same. But with women,with everything equal are thought to be stupid because of hair color, bra size and whether or not they have kids. It is almost like society looks for a reason to make women stupid. Hopefully with my children's generation boys will see women different and not make the same judgments. It is a dream anyhow.
But I think that is one of the differences between men and women. There are all types of men out there and usually, not always however, they are treated the same. But with women,with everything equal are thought to be stupid because of hair color, bra size and whether or not they have kids. It is almost like society looks for a reason to make women stupid. Hopefully with my children's generation boys will see women different and not make the same judgments. It is a dream anyhow.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Just ramblings
The idea that I would update this everyday sort of went out the window. It is too hard to write while the kiddos are home. But that will change a week from Monday. Everybody will be going back to school. My oldest is starting high school. I am not sure where the time went but I am sure I am not old enough. Maybe it was because my mom was older when I was born, I don't know but I feel like I am play acting at this parenting thing some time. Like I am playing house.
Dad is okay and it was decided it was a combo of high blood pressure and stress. So he is now on meds. Which is good yet scary. It is frightening to think about my Dads mortality. Mom I am more prepared, but not Dad. I don't like thinking about the fact he might be here someday. But I guess that is more of that growing up stuff.
Dad is okay and it was decided it was a combo of high blood pressure and stress. So he is now on meds. Which is good yet scary. It is frightening to think about my Dads mortality. Mom I am more prepared, but not Dad. I don't like thinking about the fact he might be here someday. But I guess that is more of that growing up stuff.