There have been alot of exciting and fantastic things going on in my life lately. However, the balance in the universe has brought some negatives, and instead of joining the hysterics and dramatics, I'm going to flick them off myself through writing, much as I would an annoying little bug.
I sometimes wonder if grown women miss the days of middle school angst, so feel the need to repeat it.
I have always been a firm believer, that if I personally have an issue with someone, I will speak to them. That is obvious, by speaking up on social media when I feel someone has crossed a line, and holds true in my personal relationships with family and friends. It can be tricky, and sometimes a delicate situation, but if it goes against my own integrity, beliefs, or even if something is being discussed that I have nothing positive to say, I will simply state my thoughts on the matter, the why, and make sure I am very clear in my thoughts.
But even I, who freely speaks my mind, have my limits. And one of those glaring boundaries is childish drama.
I've had several experiences lately in which problems brought to my attention could be resolved quickly if a person were to just address it head on. But instead, there just seems to be a trend of women choosing to skirt the issue, even gossip, instead of plainly speaking their concerns.
What the hell is that? Can anything be resolved through mindless blather that amounts to not much more than whining? It would be one thing if you are just venting to a friend, but if there is a very real concern or problem, what makes anyone think the solution is telling everyone BUT the person who can solve the issue?
There is a common saying in social media now, especially with the political hamster wheel spinning faster, that says "people go out of their way to be offended". Oh, how very true this is starting to ring for me. It appears, women would rather be justified in being offended, than solve the issue head on. It's as if the need to hear "you are right", "I agree", or some other form of commiseration, far outweighs just speaking up and resolving the problem. Remaining a victim to unfairness or slight becomes the focus, instead of just fixing the problem and moving on.
Is the need to be the victim so great that we must engage in childish behaviors to perpetuate it? Involving as many people as possible, so we can feel justified in our outrage, overshadowing the simplicity of just speaking up? It seems silly, but then again, dramatic whining and perpetuating being a victim always has to me.
Perhaps I am too black and white in the issue. Perhaps, even, I'm not understanding the sensitivities of those who find themselves offended so much of the time. If I were to look at it more closely, I can see where some people take all things personally. Whether it be in business setting, through social media, in their daily lives. If they are being spoken to in any way, shape, or form, they believe it is a discussion that relates directly to them as a person.
In that case, I definitely can not spend my life tiptoeing cautiously to be sure that one little word perceived the wrong way will cause yet another round of taking it personally. I just don't work that way, especially with speaking freely being so much a part of my core. I have to ask myself if I want to constantly be drawn into other people's insecurities, allowing the negativity it brings into my world? The answer is a solid no.
So, if you find yourself continually offended, slighted, or even complaining about the same ills of the world over and over and over, I challenge you to look first at yourself. This goes not only for any strange little dramas occurring in your life, but also your reactions to just life in general. Because it all ties in together, if you look at it carefully. If you negatively view the world, it's ills, the social crises of the time as you perceive them, you will also bring that negativity into your own inner circle of the world. Everything will become a slight, an offense, and paranoia of every last word being some kind of statement against you.
The blame I hold in these various dramas as of late, is not speaking up. Not speaking freely. Not being who I am. And why did I refrain? For fear of offending. For fear of someone taking it personally. The very thing that this obviously has taught me I have no control over.
Shame on me.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Saturday, August 15, 2015
The Grey World Around You
In the last 24 hours, while you perused inflammatory Facebook posts, a child went to bed hungry. An elderly nursing home resident was mistreated. A woman was raped. A man assaulted his wife. Plenty of intoxicated people got behind the wheel of a car. Someone abused and tortured an animal for the sheer pleasure of it.
You get the picture.
Passions have certainly run high lately with the release of super-top-secret-shocking Planned Parenthood videos. Videos that (gasp) have outraged the populace into screeching their battle cry of "Save The Babies!".
I'm not even going to get into the obvious flaws in these videos, such as taking into consideration the source, editing, or the agenda behind them. It is fruitless when trying to rationalize with those whose convictions have no room for the grey areas of reality.
I used to be a black and white thinker. I stubbornly had no room for the grey. And then, through the debating groups that brought me my closest and dearest friends, I started to view and understand the world through other people's eyes. Vastly different viewpoints, some of which seemed to go against everything I believed, opened up the world for me. I was forced into fact checking, researching, and hearing first hand accounts of people who had experienced that which I had formed an opinion about. Suddenly, the world stopped being black and white.
Should we be shocked the Planned Parenthood videos have been released just as an election season cycle begins to warm up? Absolutely not. Because this is not actually video that is only about whether an organization has broken the laws regarding fetal tissue donation. It is much more than that, and every outcry and denunciation of Planned Parenthood proves that.
It is about abortion.
One of the greyest topics out there.
You would think labels of "pro-life" and "pro-choice" could actually be pretty black and white, but they are not. Not even close.
So, putting aside the laws clearly written in regards to fetal tissue donation, let's discuss what is really going on here. This isn't about whether someone has broken the law. This isn't about the choice of words by an employee in a large organization. This isn't about medical research that has benefited millions. This is about babies.
Save the babies. What is that, anyway? Is it really about the babies? Or is it about birth? Because I don't really see people giving much of a shit beyond the exit point.
But, I'm jumping ahead of myself. Let's start with pregnancy.
Our law of the land says I have the right to decide what to do with my pregnancy. Fantastic. I can pop out 19 kids and throw them on national television. I can undergo fertility treatments and end up with six of those suckers at once, or select to only have three, two, or one. I can choose any number of methods of preventing even one of those little boogers from popping out of me like an alien life form. I can choose to not prevent anything, leave it all in the hands of a deity, and have a 40 week surprise party thrown for me.
It's pretty fabulous knowing I have all these choices. These choices to have, or not have. The choices to limit, or not limit. I'm thankful the laws of our land can not tell me how, when, the number of times, or where I reproduce. And with those laws, brings another. The choice to terminate.
Yes, it would be a wonderful world indeed if the need to terminate a pregnancy did not exist. But, regardless of the laws of our great land, that situation will always arise. Whether it's through the horrors of abuse or rape, the heartbreak of medical issues, or something as simple as the wrong time, there will always be women facing the reality of not wanting to give birth to a child. We could try to regulate that with laws, but it would be to no avail. And enter, our right, guaranteed to each and every womb carrier, termination.
Forcing a woman to carry an unwanted pregnancy is not only a ludicrous statement, it's a dangerous one. First of all, it would promote women trying to self-abort, in unsafe, unsanitary conditions. The mental health ramifications are astronomical, in a country that is already horribly failing in their mental health services. How far would it be taken? Would women find all of their privacy and freedoms taken away just so the powers that be can rest assured that she is incubating as they see fit? Where does it stop? If we legislate pregnancy (and let's be honest, outlawing abortion is exactly that) where does the legislating stop? Will we allow our government to start choosing the types of birth control they deem appropriate? Will the choices of preventing a pregnancy be limited to less effective ways? Also, can ALL pregnancies be dictated and outlined then? Will we allow a government state that tells us how to treat each pregnancy, dictate nutritional guidelines, medical care, and exactly how to give birth? Is THAT the goal when saying we need to outlaw abortion? It's not a far reach. Once you allow our great nation to dictate one choice, others can (and do) easily follow.
The second grey area of abortion, the really BIG one, is what happens if we force women to give birth to unwanted children. Obviously, a woman who did not want the pregnancy in the first place is going to have very little chance of a change of heart. I know I certainly don't want that type of parent raising a child. We can cry out for all those desperate parents out there wanting a baby and looking to adopt. And don't get me wrong, adoption is a fantastic option for people unable to have children. An expensive and lengthy option. An option couples have to qualify for, not only financially, but emotionally, and proving they are deemed healthy enough to adopt and raise a child. And let's be honest about people's intentions here...will children born of a different race, or born with birth defects or health issues be adopted quite so easily, were all these restrictions to be taken away? Some yes. All? No.
That leaves the foster care system. An already overtaxed and failing system. Not exactly the life of prosperity I would hope for children to have. Not when it's already filled with children coming from neglectful or abusive homes. If the system is suddenly flooded with infants, in all reality, what hope is there for the older children, many with emotional and behavioral problems? It's a terrible analogy, but fitting, when I just point out exactly what happens at an animal shelter. Everyone oohs and aaahs over the babies...the kittens and puppies are adopted out first. Then, you see the designer doggies and purebreds finding homes. It can make you cringe to think of it that way, but it is a harsh reality of the world.
The third grey area of abortion is the almighty dollar. Putting aside the mental health services we would need to expand on, let's look at social services. Forcing children to be born into poverty is going to make each and every one of us need to open up our already stretched wallets even more. Instead of the battle cries to limit and reduce our welfare system, we will need to be prepared to expand it even more. Raising a child is not cheap, and if we are forcing every pregnant woman out there to carry her pregnancy to term, we have to be willing to financially support every single poverty level woman and child through pregnancy and the following 18 years. This not only includes food and shelter, but basic medical needs, education, and any services needed because of disability.
I have yet, in 43 years of living on this earth, heard any rational solution to these grey areas. Especially in today's political climate. Especially a solution that does not take away the control each and every one of us has over our own being.
And that's what it boils down to in the labels of "pro-life" and "pro-choice". Pro-life is really nothing more than pro-birth. We can ignore the ramifications of forced pregnancy and forced birth and not offer up any solutions in regards to the mental and financial problems it would create, but that's not really a concern for ALL life. Only the perceived life of one, and only for a short amount of time. The long term is not considered, nor does it appear to be a concern.
Quite frankly, I believe we are ALL pro-choice. Just as one woman wants the choices granted to her to NOT become pregnant, NOT carry a pregnancy, another woman wants to exercise her right to get pregnant. As many times as she would like. She would like to have the choices to carry her pregnancy on her own terms, under her own medical decisions, and birth in the way she is most comfortable choosing. She would also like to raise that child in the way she chooses. Health choices, educational choices, financial choices.
Choices are a grand thing. And in the meantime, as we rant and rave about these choices that all women have regarding their ability to reproduce, we can forget and ignore the atrocities faced by the millions of people already right here, right now. I choose not to.
You get the picture.
Passions have certainly run high lately with the release of super-top-secret-shocking Planned Parenthood videos. Videos that (gasp) have outraged the populace into screeching their battle cry of "Save The Babies!".
I'm not even going to get into the obvious flaws in these videos, such as taking into consideration the source, editing, or the agenda behind them. It is fruitless when trying to rationalize with those whose convictions have no room for the grey areas of reality.
I used to be a black and white thinker. I stubbornly had no room for the grey. And then, through the debating groups that brought me my closest and dearest friends, I started to view and understand the world through other people's eyes. Vastly different viewpoints, some of which seemed to go against everything I believed, opened up the world for me. I was forced into fact checking, researching, and hearing first hand accounts of people who had experienced that which I had formed an opinion about. Suddenly, the world stopped being black and white.
Should we be shocked the Planned Parenthood videos have been released just as an election season cycle begins to warm up? Absolutely not. Because this is not actually video that is only about whether an organization has broken the laws regarding fetal tissue donation. It is much more than that, and every outcry and denunciation of Planned Parenthood proves that.
It is about abortion.
One of the greyest topics out there.
You would think labels of "pro-life" and "pro-choice" could actually be pretty black and white, but they are not. Not even close.
So, putting aside the laws clearly written in regards to fetal tissue donation, let's discuss what is really going on here. This isn't about whether someone has broken the law. This isn't about the choice of words by an employee in a large organization. This isn't about medical research that has benefited millions. This is about babies.
Save the babies. What is that, anyway? Is it really about the babies? Or is it about birth? Because I don't really see people giving much of a shit beyond the exit point.
But, I'm jumping ahead of myself. Let's start with pregnancy.
Our law of the land says I have the right to decide what to do with my pregnancy. Fantastic. I can pop out 19 kids and throw them on national television. I can undergo fertility treatments and end up with six of those suckers at once, or select to only have three, two, or one. I can choose any number of methods of preventing even one of those little boogers from popping out of me like an alien life form. I can choose to not prevent anything, leave it all in the hands of a deity, and have a 40 week surprise party thrown for me.
It's pretty fabulous knowing I have all these choices. These choices to have, or not have. The choices to limit, or not limit. I'm thankful the laws of our land can not tell me how, when, the number of times, or where I reproduce. And with those laws, brings another. The choice to terminate.
Yes, it would be a wonderful world indeed if the need to terminate a pregnancy did not exist. But, regardless of the laws of our great land, that situation will always arise. Whether it's through the horrors of abuse or rape, the heartbreak of medical issues, or something as simple as the wrong time, there will always be women facing the reality of not wanting to give birth to a child. We could try to regulate that with laws, but it would be to no avail. And enter, our right, guaranteed to each and every womb carrier, termination.
Forcing a woman to carry an unwanted pregnancy is not only a ludicrous statement, it's a dangerous one. First of all, it would promote women trying to self-abort, in unsafe, unsanitary conditions. The mental health ramifications are astronomical, in a country that is already horribly failing in their mental health services. How far would it be taken? Would women find all of their privacy and freedoms taken away just so the powers that be can rest assured that she is incubating as they see fit? Where does it stop? If we legislate pregnancy (and let's be honest, outlawing abortion is exactly that) where does the legislating stop? Will we allow our government to start choosing the types of birth control they deem appropriate? Will the choices of preventing a pregnancy be limited to less effective ways? Also, can ALL pregnancies be dictated and outlined then? Will we allow a government state that tells us how to treat each pregnancy, dictate nutritional guidelines, medical care, and exactly how to give birth? Is THAT the goal when saying we need to outlaw abortion? It's not a far reach. Once you allow our great nation to dictate one choice, others can (and do) easily follow.
The second grey area of abortion, the really BIG one, is what happens if we force women to give birth to unwanted children. Obviously, a woman who did not want the pregnancy in the first place is going to have very little chance of a change of heart. I know I certainly don't want that type of parent raising a child. We can cry out for all those desperate parents out there wanting a baby and looking to adopt. And don't get me wrong, adoption is a fantastic option for people unable to have children. An expensive and lengthy option. An option couples have to qualify for, not only financially, but emotionally, and proving they are deemed healthy enough to adopt and raise a child. And let's be honest about people's intentions here...will children born of a different race, or born with birth defects or health issues be adopted quite so easily, were all these restrictions to be taken away? Some yes. All? No.
That leaves the foster care system. An already overtaxed and failing system. Not exactly the life of prosperity I would hope for children to have. Not when it's already filled with children coming from neglectful or abusive homes. If the system is suddenly flooded with infants, in all reality, what hope is there for the older children, many with emotional and behavioral problems? It's a terrible analogy, but fitting, when I just point out exactly what happens at an animal shelter. Everyone oohs and aaahs over the babies...the kittens and puppies are adopted out first. Then, you see the designer doggies and purebreds finding homes. It can make you cringe to think of it that way, but it is a harsh reality of the world.
The third grey area of abortion is the almighty dollar. Putting aside the mental health services we would need to expand on, let's look at social services. Forcing children to be born into poverty is going to make each and every one of us need to open up our already stretched wallets even more. Instead of the battle cries to limit and reduce our welfare system, we will need to be prepared to expand it even more. Raising a child is not cheap, and if we are forcing every pregnant woman out there to carry her pregnancy to term, we have to be willing to financially support every single poverty level woman and child through pregnancy and the following 18 years. This not only includes food and shelter, but basic medical needs, education, and any services needed because of disability.
I have yet, in 43 years of living on this earth, heard any rational solution to these grey areas. Especially in today's political climate. Especially a solution that does not take away the control each and every one of us has over our own being.
And that's what it boils down to in the labels of "pro-life" and "pro-choice". Pro-life is really nothing more than pro-birth. We can ignore the ramifications of forced pregnancy and forced birth and not offer up any solutions in regards to the mental and financial problems it would create, but that's not really a concern for ALL life. Only the perceived life of one, and only for a short amount of time. The long term is not considered, nor does it appear to be a concern.
Quite frankly, I believe we are ALL pro-choice. Just as one woman wants the choices granted to her to NOT become pregnant, NOT carry a pregnancy, another woman wants to exercise her right to get pregnant. As many times as she would like. She would like to have the choices to carry her pregnancy on her own terms, under her own medical decisions, and birth in the way she is most comfortable choosing. She would also like to raise that child in the way she chooses. Health choices, educational choices, financial choices.
Choices are a grand thing. And in the meantime, as we rant and rave about these choices that all women have regarding their ability to reproduce, we can forget and ignore the atrocities faced by the millions of people already right here, right now. I choose not to.
Friday, August 14, 2015
Faux Slacker
I went four months without blogging. Certainly not because random trains of thought stopped coming to me. Quite the opposite, in fact. But this little thing called real life just kept getting in the way.
You see, my husband and I decided it would be fun to destroy our house. Not a single year goes by without some kind of project being put on THE LIST, and this year, it was a whopper.
After a mild winter that still had us feeling the drafts, seeing the frost on the windows, and noticing the peeling away of the exterior, we knew we could no longer ignore the outside of the house. So, windows, doors, and an entire new facelift of new siding got put on the honey-do list.
We are avid DIY-ers, and this little chore is no different. I've made some foolish decisions, like keeping both my 110 year old cottage windows that are irreplaceable, and though I may occasionally shake my head at their draftiness, I will be glad I kept one small piece of original construction. I also HAD to have the antique door with the leaded glass that looks like a cobweb, which isn't really a security minded door, but I will smile every time I look at it.
I am a detail oriented brain, and a project this large makes me an indecisive twit. I can quickly decide that white siding is what I want, but ask me if I'd like shutters and I still, two months later, can't decide if I want to refinish the old shutters or go with all new. I know I want a front porch built, but the size of said porch has changed four times. Point out our front door is not quite centered on the house, and I'm now the proud owner of an unfinished sidelight. A sidelight I can not decide on a framing style for. A sidelight that will be installed with the door in the next couple of weeks, that I am still clueless on. I am reusing our house numbers, but can't decide how to refinish them, or if I want them framed in some way. I still have not decided on a new exterior light.
I keep telling myself I have time to make these decisions, because there's still SO much work to do. This weekend, we tear apart the bottom two feet of the siding to determine what kind of damage or repair work needs to be done to the foundation. I'm convincing myself that with penny pinching previous owners, there will be plenty for us to work on before these decisions have to be made. But as the sides of the house progress, and I leave for work each morning seeing the front, I am reminded that all these decisions relating to the front of the house will need to be made before we can even begin to prepare it for the new siding.
Is it terrible to consider that extensive foundation work could mean the budget runs tight, and then perhaps I can avoid making a decision on a front porch until next year?
And is it awful to avoid thinking about our DIY weekend warrior title also means we are only working on Saturdays? And refuse to look at a calendar to see how many Saturdays are left before weather prohibits us from doing any more work?
At what point is all this avoidance going to bite a big chunk out of my ass?
Amazingly enough, I am not drinking heavily through all of this. Probably because I've been working too hard to think about pouring a frosty cold one.
All I know, is I've got a great tan from constantly working outside. And I love my new windows that I can open and close with one hand. And I have calluses on my hands that I've never had before.
And in two days, another Saturday will have come and gone.
Nope. Not going to think about it.
You see, my husband and I decided it would be fun to destroy our house. Not a single year goes by without some kind of project being put on THE LIST, and this year, it was a whopper.
After a mild winter that still had us feeling the drafts, seeing the frost on the windows, and noticing the peeling away of the exterior, we knew we could no longer ignore the outside of the house. So, windows, doors, and an entire new facelift of new siding got put on the honey-do list.
We are avid DIY-ers, and this little chore is no different. I've made some foolish decisions, like keeping both my 110 year old cottage windows that are irreplaceable, and though I may occasionally shake my head at their draftiness, I will be glad I kept one small piece of original construction. I also HAD to have the antique door with the leaded glass that looks like a cobweb, which isn't really a security minded door, but I will smile every time I look at it.
I am a detail oriented brain, and a project this large makes me an indecisive twit. I can quickly decide that white siding is what I want, but ask me if I'd like shutters and I still, two months later, can't decide if I want to refinish the old shutters or go with all new. I know I want a front porch built, but the size of said porch has changed four times. Point out our front door is not quite centered on the house, and I'm now the proud owner of an unfinished sidelight. A sidelight I can not decide on a framing style for. A sidelight that will be installed with the door in the next couple of weeks, that I am still clueless on. I am reusing our house numbers, but can't decide how to refinish them, or if I want them framed in some way. I still have not decided on a new exterior light.
I keep telling myself I have time to make these decisions, because there's still SO much work to do. This weekend, we tear apart the bottom two feet of the siding to determine what kind of damage or repair work needs to be done to the foundation. I'm convincing myself that with penny pinching previous owners, there will be plenty for us to work on before these decisions have to be made. But as the sides of the house progress, and I leave for work each morning seeing the front, I am reminded that all these decisions relating to the front of the house will need to be made before we can even begin to prepare it for the new siding.
Is it terrible to consider that extensive foundation work could mean the budget runs tight, and then perhaps I can avoid making a decision on a front porch until next year?
And is it awful to avoid thinking about our DIY weekend warrior title also means we are only working on Saturdays? And refuse to look at a calendar to see how many Saturdays are left before weather prohibits us from doing any more work?
At what point is all this avoidance going to bite a big chunk out of my ass?
Amazingly enough, I am not drinking heavily through all of this. Probably because I've been working too hard to think about pouring a frosty cold one.
All I know, is I've got a great tan from constantly working outside. And I love my new windows that I can open and close with one hand. And I have calluses on my hands that I've never had before.
And in two days, another Saturday will have come and gone.
Nope. Not going to think about it.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
You're Doing It Wrong
August...ahhh, the dog days of summer. When it's finally blistering hot and you realize it's nearly time for those offspring to go back to school.
Just 10 days to go, and I will be sending one off to his final (half) year of high school, and one will begin her 3rd year of college.
And apparently, I'm doing it wrong.
I don't feel weepy. There is no heart tugs of nostalgia where I pull out those first day of school pictures with backpacks strapped on that look bigger than their tiny little bodies.
Nope, I'm celebrating.
I'm also procrastinating.
I could do that online registration for high school. But I'm also considering what a pain in the ass it is, considering nothing has changed for the last 13 years we've been living in this school district. I've considered not even bothering with the registration, and seeing if they even notice he's attending school. Or perhaps, as a final hurrah of it being the final registration, informing them he now speaks exclusively Vietnamese and will need a translator.
I could fill out the same child's early graduation request. I should be more than eager to complete that paperwork, but if he hasn't registered, does it even count? It also makes me cranky, because though he will have met his core curriculum requirements within the first nine weeks of school, he will be stuck filling his remaining time at this school with "fluff" classes, because he still won't quite have the credits he needs to graduate. Apparently, having double the credits needed in Math and Science doesn't mean squat if you haven't completed the proper amount of electives. I'm sure he'll enjoy picking between a ceramics class and automotives where he can be told what a gas cap looks like.
Deep down I know I will give in at some point and do as I'm told. I will dot all the I's and cross all the T's, because it will hopefully give a guarantee that he can finally be done with this hoorah by mid-January. Though I'm still stubbornly holding out on the mandatory laptops provided by the school. Quite frankly, I don't want to have to keep an additional laptop in this house, and I find the whole concept ridiculous when my son already owns a laptop.
I also have no college student to move back in a flurry of activity and overwhelming stress. She has already "officially" moved out of our home, after renting her own place this last spring. I no longer spend summers with random piles of girl crap, stray bobby pins, or the piles of shit that fit in a dorm room, but don't fit in our home.
Within a month of her move, I was painting her bedroom and transforming it into my own personal "zen den", which also meant not leaving any sleeping space. I did not weep, or feel sad. I enjoy that space quite often...it is my version of a "man cave" in which I shamelessly enjoy time all to myself doing whatever I wish, surrounded by random things that bring me peace and joy.
I do not dread the day we cart our son off to college. I revel in the idea of endless nights of freely choosing my activities, only being responsible for my own meals, all messes being solely my own.
I do not fear the quiet.
And it WILL be quiet. With a husband on the road all week, it will be just me and the cat. And I can look forward to a grocery bill that will be cut in half, slow internet that will not be shared with anyone else, expanding my social outings if I wish, and tackling projects instead of cooking dinner as soon as I get home from work.
I can do whatever the hell I want. And the thought of that is exciting...not depressing.
I am about to turn 44 years old. My oldest turns 21 this year. I have spent nearly half my life parenting, and I am ok with this stage of my life nearing an end. I am beyond thrilled to become an empty nester. Because there will be nothing "empty" about it. It will be filled with excitement, adventures, and a fulfilling new stage of life. I will enjoy seeing what the future holds for my children, but I will not be hanging on tight, bemoaning a quiet house.
I've said it before. Perhaps the mother gene skipped a generation. Because I see the posts, I hear the talk. The people shedding a tear for the years going by. Dreading when the house is empty. And just as they may not understand my excitement, I don't understand their sadness.
Am I doing it wrong?
My happiness with life says no.
Just 10 days to go, and I will be sending one off to his final (half) year of high school, and one will begin her 3rd year of college.
And apparently, I'm doing it wrong.
I don't feel weepy. There is no heart tugs of nostalgia where I pull out those first day of school pictures with backpacks strapped on that look bigger than their tiny little bodies.
Nope, I'm celebrating.
I'm also procrastinating.
I could do that online registration for high school. But I'm also considering what a pain in the ass it is, considering nothing has changed for the last 13 years we've been living in this school district. I've considered not even bothering with the registration, and seeing if they even notice he's attending school. Or perhaps, as a final hurrah of it being the final registration, informing them he now speaks exclusively Vietnamese and will need a translator.
I could fill out the same child's early graduation request. I should be more than eager to complete that paperwork, but if he hasn't registered, does it even count? It also makes me cranky, because though he will have met his core curriculum requirements within the first nine weeks of school, he will be stuck filling his remaining time at this school with "fluff" classes, because he still won't quite have the credits he needs to graduate. Apparently, having double the credits needed in Math and Science doesn't mean squat if you haven't completed the proper amount of electives. I'm sure he'll enjoy picking between a ceramics class and automotives where he can be told what a gas cap looks like.
Deep down I know I will give in at some point and do as I'm told. I will dot all the I's and cross all the T's, because it will hopefully give a guarantee that he can finally be done with this hoorah by mid-January. Though I'm still stubbornly holding out on the mandatory laptops provided by the school. Quite frankly, I don't want to have to keep an additional laptop in this house, and I find the whole concept ridiculous when my son already owns a laptop.
I also have no college student to move back in a flurry of activity and overwhelming stress. She has already "officially" moved out of our home, after renting her own place this last spring. I no longer spend summers with random piles of girl crap, stray bobby pins, or the piles of shit that fit in a dorm room, but don't fit in our home.
Within a month of her move, I was painting her bedroom and transforming it into my own personal "zen den", which also meant not leaving any sleeping space. I did not weep, or feel sad. I enjoy that space quite often...it is my version of a "man cave" in which I shamelessly enjoy time all to myself doing whatever I wish, surrounded by random things that bring me peace and joy.
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| Pure Zen |
I do not dread the day we cart our son off to college. I revel in the idea of endless nights of freely choosing my activities, only being responsible for my own meals, all messes being solely my own.
I do not fear the quiet.
And it WILL be quiet. With a husband on the road all week, it will be just me and the cat. And I can look forward to a grocery bill that will be cut in half, slow internet that will not be shared with anyone else, expanding my social outings if I wish, and tackling projects instead of cooking dinner as soon as I get home from work.
I can do whatever the hell I want. And the thought of that is exciting...not depressing.
I am about to turn 44 years old. My oldest turns 21 this year. I have spent nearly half my life parenting, and I am ok with this stage of my life nearing an end. I am beyond thrilled to become an empty nester. Because there will be nothing "empty" about it. It will be filled with excitement, adventures, and a fulfilling new stage of life. I will enjoy seeing what the future holds for my children, but I will not be hanging on tight, bemoaning a quiet house.
I've said it before. Perhaps the mother gene skipped a generation. Because I see the posts, I hear the talk. The people shedding a tear for the years going by. Dreading when the house is empty. And just as they may not understand my excitement, I don't understand their sadness.
Am I doing it wrong?
My happiness with life says no.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Anti-Baby Or Perpetuating Mommy Wars?
I read a blog post today that urged me to type like a maniac. I love that kind, because I frequently find myself not wanting to take the time to spill more than a brief thought onto the Internet.
The posting deals with the author's thoughts on what appears to be an "anti-child" movement. More on that later, as I have a million thoughts racing in my head to nearly everything posted, and will work my way through them from the beginning of the post, to end.
If you didn't see the glaring highlighters linking you to the original post, it can be found HERE.
The blogger's thoughts were in response to comments made on an article about a mother and daughter both giving birth on the same day, in the same hospital. It seems there were plenty of negative comments. I can't say I'm shocked. Not because of the content of the article, but because it's a comments section on the Internet. Give a Debbie Downer a keyboard, and they'll go to town on anything that spurns any type of reaction in them. Hell, I've seen nasty comments on everything from rescue stories, to weather reports. Even the happiest of feel good postings can end up with some person mired in their own shit trying to spread their poo poo on everyone's parade.
Like the saying goes, "Opinions are like assholes...everyone's got one.".
So I suppose my first point would be to skim comments, if you're going to read them at all.
That being said, occasionally, the comments people make can certainly inspire us to speak our own thoughts on a matter. Nothing wrong with that, and I think healthy discussion on differing viewpoints is one of the greater things about Internetland.
However, the blogger admits she's going out on a limb, and assuming all the women responding negatively probably consider themselves pro-choice.
CRINGE #1
Assumptions make me cringe. Cringe in a big way. That's not just going out on a limb, that's jumping the Grand Canyon with a bicycle. Especially considering we're talking about comments made on an Internet article. I've blogged before about the Internet giving everyone a voice, and with that, comes the negative of many times seeing something you just do not agree with on any level. But we certainly should not assume to know exactly what category to box that commenter in. One comment on a post absolutely does not dictate their beliefs, give an all-encompassing label, or designate a politcial, moral, or spiritual view unless the poster specifically states as much within that comment. Slapping a label of any kind on a person instantly puts them in a rigid category that does not allow for understanding, or encourage discussion. It is isolating, and puts up a wall in our own minds from being open to other people. That's not to say we have to agree, but we also don't have to create divides by categorizing what we don't agree with, or understand. It instantly shuts down an opportunity for growth within ourselves. Pretty much in the same way the naysayers have themselves by making the negative comments in the first place.
"Sadly, the majority of self-proclaimed feminists I've run across tout sexual freedom but condemn pregnancy and motherhood."
CRINGE #2
Again, another assumption, based upon our own personal experiences. A habit I myself, have had a hard time correcting. But the world is a big place. A really big place. And we all have our own little corner of it, that if we are to be the best person we can possibly be, needs to expand beyond our tiny, minute little space. And short of everyone wearing a tshirt with every label that applies to them, we cannot possibly know what the majority is. How many self proclaimed feminists have you actually run across? I would hope the number would be a giant "I don't know" since I don't know anyone with it tattooed across their forehead. Yes, people blog, write articles, have public discussion, but that does not even begin to encompass the hundreds, thousands, or even millions of people who could perhaps identify themselves with the same ideology. And we're certainly not going to be bringing these types of things up in normal conversation. I'm not going to instantly ask someone if they identify as a (insert label here) while having a discussion of any type with them. I won't be filing that information away in my brain so I can then later assume I know how people think when I hear that particular label brought up. I won't develop an all-encompassing picture of a feminist based upon my experience in my own world.
Are there feminists with this viewpoint? I'm sure there are. I'm also sure there are many who are not. Condemning pregnancy and motherhood is a pretty broad stroke, and quite frankly, were someone to actually hold motherhood or pregnancy in such ill regard, I'd be thankful they were not reproducing.
"Many of the younger generation of feminists proclaim pregnancy and birth to be gross, disgusting, and "stupid". "
CRINGE #3
Well, when you get to the actual physics of it, pregnancy and birth CAN be pretty damn gross. Pooping is gross too, but we've gotta do it. And once you're incubating spawn, they kind of have to come out at some point, and it can be messy. Disgusting and stupid? That's a bit much, but if someone feels that way, it's probably best they don't get pregnant then, since your opinion on the matter pretty much goes out the door once you decide to have a child. I wouldn't call that kind of viewpoint as "feminist" in the least, even if they want to label themselves as much. And younger generation is pretty much equaling immature in this context, especially when throwing out such casual remarks as that. I don't find it offensive to hear it called stupid or disgusting, as childbirth and motherhood really is not everyone's cup of tea. I read a statement like that and just think it could be worded better, especially if someone is trying to get their point across in how they may not think motherhood is the right choice for them. I certainly won't categorize the thinking of a younger group of women, especially when they have so many years to allow life's experiences to soften their thinking, round out their views, and learn how to listen to what they may not understand. And wouldn't it be wonderful, if we older women, with our years under our belts, took the time to try to understand, or at least be open to HEARING, if not agreeing? Each day on this earth is an opportunity to share ourselves, grow, change, and enjoy the flexibility of being human beings with independent thoughts.
"While many feminists choose not to be mothers themselves, are they not contracting the definition of feminism ( Belief in or advocacy of women's social, political, and economic rights, especially with regard to equality of the sexes) when they call other women "breeders" and look down upon their choice to procreate? "
CRINGE #4
First of all, I simply can not believe that MANY feminists choose not to be mothers. Do women, without any other label, choose to not be mothers? Yes. But unless there is a check box for "feminist" on your tax return, I just can't jump to that conclusion. I'm sure some who call themselves feminist are not mothers. Many? Again, assumptions. And where are these women throwing out names like "breeders"? I have never, in my life, heard that word uttered out loud. Have I seen it in print on the Internet? Definitely, usually on sites catering to the mommy wars. And there's really nothing productive in women arguing over who is mothering, or not mothering best. These sites, blogs, and opinion pieces do nothing but create division and insecurity, when as women, we owe it to ourselves to support and lift up one another. I have no use for them, and find them to be an incredible waste of time better spent in looking for positive and supportive pieces. If I were to see words like "breeder" being thrown around, I certainly would not be able to take it seriously, as this type of vocabulary is only used to incite a strong negative response. It is simply not worth engaging.
And if someone wants to look down upon a woman's choice to procreate? Have at it. It really has no bearing on a woman's womb. There will always be people who don't agree with our choices. Who cares? My choices are mine, and I can gladly say I'm at a point in my life when even the strongest opinions or negative comments don't make me feel like my lifestyle is attacked. I don't feel the need to defend or explain anything, especially when reading something on the Internet that has no effect on my own personal life. Hell, I won't even ask for fairness or equality in thinking...if someone wants to turn their nose up at my own life because it does not match their own, all I can muster is a shrug and an "oh well". It may make them a walking contradiction, but that's ok, my womb is still intact and I'm free to do with it as I please.
"We are living in an age that is anti-child."
CRINGE #5
No. We are not. We are living in an age when opinions reach across the globe, instead of just next door. If I want to read about homosexuals being pedophiles, an absolutely RIDICULOUS and ABSURD claim, I only need to type in a word search on Google. Does that mean it's true? Does it make it fact? Does it make it the universal thought of society? Absolutely, unequivocally, NO. The negative opinions of the world are the loudest, but that doesn't mean they are the most accurate.
Now, all that being said, I completely understand where this blog is coming from. It's the ever-so-popular mommy wars, rooted in that choice of whether or not to become a mom. But, whatever our choices, opinions, or thoughts on the matter, we are first and foremost human beings sharing the same world. We need to know how to express our thoughts as our own, without lumping others into categories, slapping labels on them, or tying them up into a box. We need to stop making assumptions about each other, and by all means, refrain from dividing each other just because we don't live, eat, breathe, and think the same. We will always encounter negative thinking about how life should be lived. But if we can refrain from engaging these negative thoughts, we can help stop perpetuating it.
The posting deals with the author's thoughts on what appears to be an "anti-child" movement. More on that later, as I have a million thoughts racing in my head to nearly everything posted, and will work my way through them from the beginning of the post, to end.
If you didn't see the glaring highlighters linking you to the original post, it can be found HERE.
The blogger's thoughts were in response to comments made on an article about a mother and daughter both giving birth on the same day, in the same hospital. It seems there were plenty of negative comments. I can't say I'm shocked. Not because of the content of the article, but because it's a comments section on the Internet. Give a Debbie Downer a keyboard, and they'll go to town on anything that spurns any type of reaction in them. Hell, I've seen nasty comments on everything from rescue stories, to weather reports. Even the happiest of feel good postings can end up with some person mired in their own shit trying to spread their poo poo on everyone's parade.
Like the saying goes, "Opinions are like assholes...everyone's got one.".
So I suppose my first point would be to skim comments, if you're going to read them at all.
That being said, occasionally, the comments people make can certainly inspire us to speak our own thoughts on a matter. Nothing wrong with that, and I think healthy discussion on differing viewpoints is one of the greater things about Internetland.
However, the blogger admits she's going out on a limb, and assuming all the women responding negatively probably consider themselves pro-choice.
CRINGE #1
Assumptions make me cringe. Cringe in a big way. That's not just going out on a limb, that's jumping the Grand Canyon with a bicycle. Especially considering we're talking about comments made on an Internet article. I've blogged before about the Internet giving everyone a voice, and with that, comes the negative of many times seeing something you just do not agree with on any level. But we certainly should not assume to know exactly what category to box that commenter in. One comment on a post absolutely does not dictate their beliefs, give an all-encompassing label, or designate a politcial, moral, or spiritual view unless the poster specifically states as much within that comment. Slapping a label of any kind on a person instantly puts them in a rigid category that does not allow for understanding, or encourage discussion. It is isolating, and puts up a wall in our own minds from being open to other people. That's not to say we have to agree, but we also don't have to create divides by categorizing what we don't agree with, or understand. It instantly shuts down an opportunity for growth within ourselves. Pretty much in the same way the naysayers have themselves by making the negative comments in the first place.
"Sadly, the majority of self-proclaimed feminists I've run across tout sexual freedom but condemn pregnancy and motherhood."
CRINGE #2
Again, another assumption, based upon our own personal experiences. A habit I myself, have had a hard time correcting. But the world is a big place. A really big place. And we all have our own little corner of it, that if we are to be the best person we can possibly be, needs to expand beyond our tiny, minute little space. And short of everyone wearing a tshirt with every label that applies to them, we cannot possibly know what the majority is. How many self proclaimed feminists have you actually run across? I would hope the number would be a giant "I don't know" since I don't know anyone with it tattooed across their forehead. Yes, people blog, write articles, have public discussion, but that does not even begin to encompass the hundreds, thousands, or even millions of people who could perhaps identify themselves with the same ideology. And we're certainly not going to be bringing these types of things up in normal conversation. I'm not going to instantly ask someone if they identify as a (insert label here) while having a discussion of any type with them. I won't be filing that information away in my brain so I can then later assume I know how people think when I hear that particular label brought up. I won't develop an all-encompassing picture of a feminist based upon my experience in my own world.
Are there feminists with this viewpoint? I'm sure there are. I'm also sure there are many who are not. Condemning pregnancy and motherhood is a pretty broad stroke, and quite frankly, were someone to actually hold motherhood or pregnancy in such ill regard, I'd be thankful they were not reproducing.
"Many of the younger generation of feminists proclaim pregnancy and birth to be gross, disgusting, and "stupid". "
CRINGE #3
Well, when you get to the actual physics of it, pregnancy and birth CAN be pretty damn gross. Pooping is gross too, but we've gotta do it. And once you're incubating spawn, they kind of have to come out at some point, and it can be messy. Disgusting and stupid? That's a bit much, but if someone feels that way, it's probably best they don't get pregnant then, since your opinion on the matter pretty much goes out the door once you decide to have a child. I wouldn't call that kind of viewpoint as "feminist" in the least, even if they want to label themselves as much. And younger generation is pretty much equaling immature in this context, especially when throwing out such casual remarks as that. I don't find it offensive to hear it called stupid or disgusting, as childbirth and motherhood really is not everyone's cup of tea. I read a statement like that and just think it could be worded better, especially if someone is trying to get their point across in how they may not think motherhood is the right choice for them. I certainly won't categorize the thinking of a younger group of women, especially when they have so many years to allow life's experiences to soften their thinking, round out their views, and learn how to listen to what they may not understand. And wouldn't it be wonderful, if we older women, with our years under our belts, took the time to try to understand, or at least be open to HEARING, if not agreeing? Each day on this earth is an opportunity to share ourselves, grow, change, and enjoy the flexibility of being human beings with independent thoughts.
"While many feminists choose not to be mothers themselves, are they not contracting the definition of feminism ( Belief in or advocacy of women's social, political, and economic rights, especially with regard to equality of the sexes) when they call other women "breeders" and look down upon their choice to procreate? "
CRINGE #4
First of all, I simply can not believe that MANY feminists choose not to be mothers. Do women, without any other label, choose to not be mothers? Yes. But unless there is a check box for "feminist" on your tax return, I just can't jump to that conclusion. I'm sure some who call themselves feminist are not mothers. Many? Again, assumptions. And where are these women throwing out names like "breeders"? I have never, in my life, heard that word uttered out loud. Have I seen it in print on the Internet? Definitely, usually on sites catering to the mommy wars. And there's really nothing productive in women arguing over who is mothering, or not mothering best. These sites, blogs, and opinion pieces do nothing but create division and insecurity, when as women, we owe it to ourselves to support and lift up one another. I have no use for them, and find them to be an incredible waste of time better spent in looking for positive and supportive pieces. If I were to see words like "breeder" being thrown around, I certainly would not be able to take it seriously, as this type of vocabulary is only used to incite a strong negative response. It is simply not worth engaging.
And if someone wants to look down upon a woman's choice to procreate? Have at it. It really has no bearing on a woman's womb. There will always be people who don't agree with our choices. Who cares? My choices are mine, and I can gladly say I'm at a point in my life when even the strongest opinions or negative comments don't make me feel like my lifestyle is attacked. I don't feel the need to defend or explain anything, especially when reading something on the Internet that has no effect on my own personal life. Hell, I won't even ask for fairness or equality in thinking...if someone wants to turn their nose up at my own life because it does not match their own, all I can muster is a shrug and an "oh well". It may make them a walking contradiction, but that's ok, my womb is still intact and I'm free to do with it as I please.
"We are living in an age that is anti-child."
CRINGE #5
No. We are not. We are living in an age when opinions reach across the globe, instead of just next door. If I want to read about homosexuals being pedophiles, an absolutely RIDICULOUS and ABSURD claim, I only need to type in a word search on Google. Does that mean it's true? Does it make it fact? Does it make it the universal thought of society? Absolutely, unequivocally, NO. The negative opinions of the world are the loudest, but that doesn't mean they are the most accurate.
Now, all that being said, I completely understand where this blog is coming from. It's the ever-so-popular mommy wars, rooted in that choice of whether or not to become a mom. But, whatever our choices, opinions, or thoughts on the matter, we are first and foremost human beings sharing the same world. We need to know how to express our thoughts as our own, without lumping others into categories, slapping labels on them, or tying them up into a box. We need to stop making assumptions about each other, and by all means, refrain from dividing each other just because we don't live, eat, breathe, and think the same. We will always encounter negative thinking about how life should be lived. But if we can refrain from engaging these negative thoughts, we can help stop perpetuating it.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Invisible Friends...Part 2
As I settle in for my quiet time, meditation music playing in my ears, I keep reflecting on what I wrote earlier tonight about Invisible Friends.
There is more.
So much more.
The advantage to a computer screen is first impressions differ from the first impressions we experience in our "real" world. I can not immediately make assumptions based upon the way you look. I won't be forming a response as a person is speaking. Instead, I am reading, understanding (hopefully), and then responding. People take turns. I can ask for clarification and actually receive it. It actually takes time to form an opinion on whether this is a person you want to share your world with.
In doing so, as said before, I have formed extremely close friendships with women I normally would not approach on the street. And I have benefited greatly from that.
I have learned patience. In the way I interact with people on the job, with my children, with my family, with my spouse.
I have learned how to be a better parent. We have an un-named book of parenting in our circle. We reference it often. We try things out, we toss them. We bounce ideas, punishments, motivations off each other. We gain insight from those who have experienced it already. We lovingly support each other's children, feeling as if we are all aunties or guardian angels to each other's offspring. We celebrate the milestones. We worry like 25 mother chicks over one egg. We anxiously await what happens when one of us pees on a stick. We cry when there is loss. I am better to my own children, because I am surrounded by the 25 best mothers I've ever known.
I am inspired by their creativeness. I celebrate their talents. Their photography, teaching, sewing, entrepreneurship, writing, craftiness, beauty routines, and so many other talents and skills. I have my own tailored women's magazine at my fingertips through my circle of friends. They are inspiring. They motivate me to practice my own skills and better myself.
I learned how to grieve. Through each of our losses, in the support we offer each other, I have been able to celebrate the lives that have left my own world. Through our circle of love, I have been able to let go, say goodbyes, and lean on their incredible strength when I am at my lowest.
I have learned spirituality. As an atheist, it would be easy to scoff at religion. But our circle has taught me differing religions and views. It has shown me true faith. I have seen the embodiment of Christianity. I love them more for it, than if they were women who believed the same as me. It has taught me a respect for differing belief systems, even when they don't agree with my own.
I have embraced "letting go". Because of my dear friends, I am less mired in the ills of the world. I have been taught what is truly important in our precious lives, and that is the relationships we form, and the impact we have upon people. In a world mired in negativity, they shine brightly and above all things.
I have learned the various ways of educating our youth. From private schools, homeschoolers, cyberschool, public schools, and all the problems that can go with each, I have also learned what the positives are. I have seen how each child learns differently, watched their children blossom with how they each choose to educate. I have reached for help when I feel like the daily drudgery of school is more than I can handle, and I have gotten answers and help I would normally have sought for much longer. They are each a teacher in their own right, not just in relationship to their own children, but to all of ours as a whole, as we teach each other in so many ways.
I have learned how to forgive. And be forgiven. They have shown me how to set boundaries, and not feel guilty for it. I have learned what a heartfelt apology really is. I have been hurt. I have loved enough to be hurt and then forgive. And to move on. They taught me that incredibly valuable lesson.
I have learned about bigotry and racism. The difficulties of keeping marriages together. The stresses of military families. I have been taught lessons on things I could never experience myself. The diversity of our circle has helped cement our bond. I would never have developed empathy for certain things without these women in my life.
I'm sure there is so much more I will think of once I actually post this, but the meditation music is quickly becoming the sleepy music. Wrapping up, for all the ills of the internet, it has given me something that life in a small rural town would never have been able to give me. My invisible friends have given me the precious gift of constantly becoming the best person I can be. They improve my world, and what I put out into the world.
Priceless, my dear friends.
You are priceless.
There is more.
So much more.
The advantage to a computer screen is first impressions differ from the first impressions we experience in our "real" world. I can not immediately make assumptions based upon the way you look. I won't be forming a response as a person is speaking. Instead, I am reading, understanding (hopefully), and then responding. People take turns. I can ask for clarification and actually receive it. It actually takes time to form an opinion on whether this is a person you want to share your world with.
In doing so, as said before, I have formed extremely close friendships with women I normally would not approach on the street. And I have benefited greatly from that.
I have learned patience. In the way I interact with people on the job, with my children, with my family, with my spouse.
I have learned how to be a better parent. We have an un-named book of parenting in our circle. We reference it often. We try things out, we toss them. We bounce ideas, punishments, motivations off each other. We gain insight from those who have experienced it already. We lovingly support each other's children, feeling as if we are all aunties or guardian angels to each other's offspring. We celebrate the milestones. We worry like 25 mother chicks over one egg. We anxiously await what happens when one of us pees on a stick. We cry when there is loss. I am better to my own children, because I am surrounded by the 25 best mothers I've ever known.
I am inspired by their creativeness. I celebrate their talents. Their photography, teaching, sewing, entrepreneurship, writing, craftiness, beauty routines, and so many other talents and skills. I have my own tailored women's magazine at my fingertips through my circle of friends. They are inspiring. They motivate me to practice my own skills and better myself.
I learned how to grieve. Through each of our losses, in the support we offer each other, I have been able to celebrate the lives that have left my own world. Through our circle of love, I have been able to let go, say goodbyes, and lean on their incredible strength when I am at my lowest.
I have learned spirituality. As an atheist, it would be easy to scoff at religion. But our circle has taught me differing religions and views. It has shown me true faith. I have seen the embodiment of Christianity. I love them more for it, than if they were women who believed the same as me. It has taught me a respect for differing belief systems, even when they don't agree with my own.
I have embraced "letting go". Because of my dear friends, I am less mired in the ills of the world. I have been taught what is truly important in our precious lives, and that is the relationships we form, and the impact we have upon people. In a world mired in negativity, they shine brightly and above all things.
I have learned the various ways of educating our youth. From private schools, homeschoolers, cyberschool, public schools, and all the problems that can go with each, I have also learned what the positives are. I have seen how each child learns differently, watched their children blossom with how they each choose to educate. I have reached for help when I feel like the daily drudgery of school is more than I can handle, and I have gotten answers and help I would normally have sought for much longer. They are each a teacher in their own right, not just in relationship to their own children, but to all of ours as a whole, as we teach each other in so many ways.
I have learned how to forgive. And be forgiven. They have shown me how to set boundaries, and not feel guilty for it. I have learned what a heartfelt apology really is. I have been hurt. I have loved enough to be hurt and then forgive. And to move on. They taught me that incredibly valuable lesson.
I have learned about bigotry and racism. The difficulties of keeping marriages together. The stresses of military families. I have been taught lessons on things I could never experience myself. The diversity of our circle has helped cement our bond. I would never have developed empathy for certain things without these women in my life.
I'm sure there is so much more I will think of once I actually post this, but the meditation music is quickly becoming the sleepy music. Wrapping up, for all the ills of the internet, it has given me something that life in a small rural town would never have been able to give me. My invisible friends have given me the precious gift of constantly becoming the best person I can be. They improve my world, and what I put out into the world.
Priceless, my dear friends.
You are priceless.
Invisible Friends
I have a lovely circle of invisible friends.
No, not unicorns that sit on my dash, big eyes glittering, understanding every word I mutter under my breath.
Though Charlie is a fantastic pal to have, life is not complete without a pile of kittens.
The exodus of the kitten pile started eight years ago. I was on a social networking site for moms and one day decided to randomly join some groups designated for debating. At that time, I enjoyed a lively discussion over differing viewpoints, and thought I might meet some pretty cool cats along the way.
I had no idea.
As is the way of the woman, things would get bitchy. Catty, if you will. Gather any large numbers of estrogen, and you're going to see the claws come out. Occasionally, the cray cray made an appearance, and you'd be left sitting at your computer thankful there was hundreds if not thousands of miles separating you from some of these people. As dominant personalities emerged, so did the loonies. So much so, that after nearly a year, things reached a peak of crazy-dom, and it was decided that several of us needed to go find out own safe corner of the site.
We called ourselves kittens, perhaps because of my own love of fuzzy little furballs, but also with the belief that even fuzzy little furballs have claws that can easily draw blood. The exodus of women from the crazy group imploding was astronomical. Obviously, I wasn't the only one tired of trying to guess when the next toddler tantrum would rear its ugly head.
This happened in late 2007, and by early 2008, we were debating everything from parenting options, local and world events, to politics. And with politics, came the 2008 elections.
I pause for a moment...remembering. Those '08 elections. Damn. The only time in my life I truly got passionate, and yes, a tad crazy, over a presidential race. And boy, did that kind of crazy come out in all kinds of ways in our group that year. In between the forming friendships, there were some really heated discussions. Occasionally, discussions that involved hurling insults, name calling, and fire breathing radical views. I know those '08 elections sent alot of people into hiding who did not come out until the dust had settled, if they returned at all.
Looking back, I don't blame them. It was pure lunacy for several months in there. But when the dust settled, many of us licking our wounds, we settled back into lighthearted debate and asking for advice. Some wounds may have never healed, some friendships shifted, some strengthened. What also seemed to happen is so many of us started losing the desire to debate with each other. The same happened for me when a personal crisis happened shortly after the elections were over. I no longer needed to discuss what was going on at that time in the world, but I sure as hell needed friends to lean on.
And that's exactly what I got.
We all eventually left that mom's site, or merely stuck around for other groups we participated in. But the kittens had found each other on Facebook, and suddenly, life was no longer about debating. It was about the very real friendships that seemed to have come out of a site that catered to the sanctimommies of the world.
Several years on Facebook, and a group of women that numbered in the hundreds, has now whittled down to a circle of 25. There are still other kittens who we've kept in touch with and still keep up to date with on Facebook. But those 25. Damn...it's like the inner circle that can not be broken. Not in the sense of some kind of clique or club, but in the most genuine, precious friendships that can possibly exist. Through the years, we have shared births, deaths, illness, marriage, divorce, family issues, relationship issues, and every happiness and joy we needed to immediately share and shout from the rooftops. We know the personal, intimate details of each other's lives. We laugh, cry, celebrate, feel pain, feel joy. We are the soft place to land when life kicks us in the teeth. We are the hug (even if it's virtual) that you need at the end of a very difficult day. We have already seen each other at our worst, we have fought, we have hurt.
But we love.
We love each other fiercely. Without demands. Without an expected return. We are individuals, from all walks of life. All ages. All different stages of life. We come from different backgrounds, economics, and religions. We are vastly different, and had we all lived in the same town, it is likely we would not have formed the friendship we have by learning about each other online. A couple of us weren't even part of the debating groups, yet they feel as if they have always been there with us from the beginning. We support each other in every way possible, and in some pretty amazing ways, considering we are scattered across this country.
Occasionally, the planets align perfectly so that we may finally "meet" one of our invisible friends. And when that happens, it is MAGIC. There are the initial butterflies, which could easily be mistaken for nervousness or anxiety. The initial thoughts of wondering if it will be the same in person as it is online. But as we've occasionally gotten opportunities to meet, we've all begun to realize that the butterflies weren't nerves...it was anticipation, and sheer joy. Because after the initial squeal of delight and hug, it is like we have returned home from a very long trip away. The conversation picks up wherever it last let off with an ease that can not be forced. And parting from a visit is a mix of gratitude for the time together, and tears at having to leave. There is an easiness to time with each others spouses and children, as we have experienced the relationships together, and watched the children grow. We are family.
Through all the friendships in life, I had no clue that friendship could be this. To love other women so passionately. To see, through the years, the better person we become by being loved. To know that I could hop in my car, knock on a door unexpectedly, and have a shoulder to lean on. That at any hour of the day, I've got a circle of amazing women who have my back, who will be my strength, who are my joy. Who actually enjoy hearing the mundane and routine of my day, as much as I enjoy hearing theirs.
Invisible friends. If you don't have one...get one. It is precious beyond anything you can imagine.
No, not unicorns that sit on my dash, big eyes glittering, understanding every word I mutter under my breath.
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| My Charlie buddy |
The exodus of the kitten pile started eight years ago. I was on a social networking site for moms and one day decided to randomly join some groups designated for debating. At that time, I enjoyed a lively discussion over differing viewpoints, and thought I might meet some pretty cool cats along the way.
I had no idea.
As is the way of the woman, things would get bitchy. Catty, if you will. Gather any large numbers of estrogen, and you're going to see the claws come out. Occasionally, the cray cray made an appearance, and you'd be left sitting at your computer thankful there was hundreds if not thousands of miles separating you from some of these people. As dominant personalities emerged, so did the loonies. So much so, that after nearly a year, things reached a peak of crazy-dom, and it was decided that several of us needed to go find out own safe corner of the site.
We called ourselves kittens, perhaps because of my own love of fuzzy little furballs, but also with the belief that even fuzzy little furballs have claws that can easily draw blood. The exodus of women from the crazy group imploding was astronomical. Obviously, I wasn't the only one tired of trying to guess when the next toddler tantrum would rear its ugly head.
This happened in late 2007, and by early 2008, we were debating everything from parenting options, local and world events, to politics. And with politics, came the 2008 elections.
I pause for a moment...remembering. Those '08 elections. Damn. The only time in my life I truly got passionate, and yes, a tad crazy, over a presidential race. And boy, did that kind of crazy come out in all kinds of ways in our group that year. In between the forming friendships, there were some really heated discussions. Occasionally, discussions that involved hurling insults, name calling, and fire breathing radical views. I know those '08 elections sent alot of people into hiding who did not come out until the dust had settled, if they returned at all.
Looking back, I don't blame them. It was pure lunacy for several months in there. But when the dust settled, many of us licking our wounds, we settled back into lighthearted debate and asking for advice. Some wounds may have never healed, some friendships shifted, some strengthened. What also seemed to happen is so many of us started losing the desire to debate with each other. The same happened for me when a personal crisis happened shortly after the elections were over. I no longer needed to discuss what was going on at that time in the world, but I sure as hell needed friends to lean on.
And that's exactly what I got.
We all eventually left that mom's site, or merely stuck around for other groups we participated in. But the kittens had found each other on Facebook, and suddenly, life was no longer about debating. It was about the very real friendships that seemed to have come out of a site that catered to the sanctimommies of the world.
Several years on Facebook, and a group of women that numbered in the hundreds, has now whittled down to a circle of 25. There are still other kittens who we've kept in touch with and still keep up to date with on Facebook. But those 25. Damn...it's like the inner circle that can not be broken. Not in the sense of some kind of clique or club, but in the most genuine, precious friendships that can possibly exist. Through the years, we have shared births, deaths, illness, marriage, divorce, family issues, relationship issues, and every happiness and joy we needed to immediately share and shout from the rooftops. We know the personal, intimate details of each other's lives. We laugh, cry, celebrate, feel pain, feel joy. We are the soft place to land when life kicks us in the teeth. We are the hug (even if it's virtual) that you need at the end of a very difficult day. We have already seen each other at our worst, we have fought, we have hurt.
But we love.
We love each other fiercely. Without demands. Without an expected return. We are individuals, from all walks of life. All ages. All different stages of life. We come from different backgrounds, economics, and religions. We are vastly different, and had we all lived in the same town, it is likely we would not have formed the friendship we have by learning about each other online. A couple of us weren't even part of the debating groups, yet they feel as if they have always been there with us from the beginning. We support each other in every way possible, and in some pretty amazing ways, considering we are scattered across this country.
Occasionally, the planets align perfectly so that we may finally "meet" one of our invisible friends. And when that happens, it is MAGIC. There are the initial butterflies, which could easily be mistaken for nervousness or anxiety. The initial thoughts of wondering if it will be the same in person as it is online. But as we've occasionally gotten opportunities to meet, we've all begun to realize that the butterflies weren't nerves...it was anticipation, and sheer joy. Because after the initial squeal of delight and hug, it is like we have returned home from a very long trip away. The conversation picks up wherever it last let off with an ease that can not be forced. And parting from a visit is a mix of gratitude for the time together, and tears at having to leave. There is an easiness to time with each others spouses and children, as we have experienced the relationships together, and watched the children grow. We are family.
Through all the friendships in life, I had no clue that friendship could be this. To love other women so passionately. To see, through the years, the better person we become by being loved. To know that I could hop in my car, knock on a door unexpectedly, and have a shoulder to lean on. That at any hour of the day, I've got a circle of amazing women who have my back, who will be my strength, who are my joy. Who actually enjoy hearing the mundane and routine of my day, as much as I enjoy hearing theirs.
Invisible friends. If you don't have one...get one. It is precious beyond anything you can imagine.
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