As many of you know, I’m an avid reader. I’m the type of person, that if sitting at the kitchen table for too long will start reading the back of her child’s cereal box. Yes, my love of reading unfortunately derails my life at times. If it comes to eating a meal or finishing a chapter, or at that, an entire book, I’d probably starve. And not even at that…my soul would will my body to stay alive a few more hours just to finish reading.
Placing dramatics aside, Here are a few reads that have impacted my life:
*Note: Written a few weeks ago, but didn’t get to post – my sd card reader decided to play mean, and I wanted to wait until I could get my photos.
Spring break is long over. Cue the long sigh. It’s back to reality for my littles and me. The sad thing is that it’s Wednesday, and it’s barely dawning on us. Monday’s routine was a little shaky; Tuesday morning went by a lot smoother. It would have been great had it not been for my cursed allergies, but I digress.
We had a blessed week visiting loved ones and having fun. It was no international resort adventure, but we definitely had a blast surrounded by family. Here’s a few snippets of our fun-filled week.
The last few days I’ve been bombarded with images and discussion topics about domestic violence and child abuse. My dual-enrolled students were asked to choose an image to write a visual analysis for their English 1302 course, and for some reason a majority of my juniors have chosen PSAs depicting domestic violence and child abuse.
I’m all for allowing students to choose what they want to write about, but sometimes these images hit me to the core, especially the ones dealing with children. I have to say that I am blessed to not have any personal experience with such ugliness, but I have to be realistic; I’m sure that at least a few of my students probably know of someone who does. I pray that none of them experience that kind of hell.
So many people, both men and women, hear the words “International Women’s Day” and automatically start bashing hard-core feminists or preaching to the much more “lenient” and/or reserved ones. International Women’s Day, in my opinion, is not so much a day to go on a political rant, or to toss biblical scriptures at anyone (though I have nothing against the women and men who do – to each their own).
This day is about recognizing and appreciating who you are as a woman and showing others just how powerful and caring you are. It’s about standing up and applauding the women around you for all they do that goes unnoticed. It’s about standing up for those without a voice. It’s about shielding those about to be beaten. It’s about fighting for those who aren’t allowed to fight. It’s about saying thank you mother, thank you grandma, and thank you sister for paving the way for those yet to come.
I can’t let the day go by without writing about my other half. Today is our 10 year anniversary. Wow! An entire decade has gone by and we’re still together. With the chaos of every day life, it’s easy to take the time we have together for granted. I just want to thank God for blessing me with such a wonderful friend and husband. Who would’ve guessed that these two crazy youngins, with a seven-year difference would make it this far. All we ever heard was: “He’s too old.” “She’s too young.” “You won’t have anything in common.” And you know what? There were instances when we felt we just didn’t mesh, but God had more in store for us.