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To see the whole comic go here.
I have read many blog posts about the recent shooting in Aurora, Colorado that have discussed gun control, the level of violence in American entertainment and what America needs to do about it. I’m not going to get into that here. It’s a conversation that needs to happen but I have to say I’m not overly optimistic that it’s going to happen in a productive way.
Here is something I am going to talk about. For those of you who don’t want to read the whole article, here is a sample:
I didn’t die, I didn’t get sick and I definitely didn’t convert back to Christianity. I’m just trying to get my life together and carve out some space and time for myself. I was doing so well there for awhile and I missed this blog when I took a break. I really did.
My problem is that posts seem to come to me as I’m lying in bed at night, when I’m just too damn tired to get up and write. Or when I’m driving the car, and writing would kill me and my whole family. I’m not a good note-jotter because I always convince myself that I will remember (with unparalleled eloquence no less) all the things I want to say. Then Declan throws a cup at my head and Paisley starts screaming “Mom! Mom! Mom” and quels surprise, I lose it. I am forever awed by mothers who stay at home and write novels in their “spare time”. Okay, awed and maybe a little bit suspicious.
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. About motherhood and womanhood and feminism and justice and anger. And what I’m going to do about all of those things. We are trying to decide whether we want another baby and I am also wrestling with the idea of going back to work (in some capacity anyway). These decisions have sent me into an existential tailspin and I have yet to come up with any concrete answers but I do feel like I’m making some headway. Will post in more detail as details become ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶i̶s̶t̶i̶c̶ available.
In the meantime, here are some pics of what we’ve been up to:
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a friend clap their hand over their mouth and apologize after letting a swear escape in front of my kids. I always laugh and tell them I don’t care. Because I really don’t. I think the whole idea of teaching your kids not to swear is ridiculous. People swear. Parents swear, grandparents swear and teenagers, well, they do for swearing what Nutella did for hazelnuts. (Well, until they got themselves sued.) So why on earth should we invent some tiny little life stage from the age of 2 to 12 when swearing is not permitted?! That is what some might call bullshit.
How time flies. My brother-in-law, who I first mentioned here (and then again, here and here) is back from serving his two-year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Better known as the Mormons. It was great to see him again and he has changed so much. His mission was a Spanish speaking one so he has returned completely fluent in Spanish. Pretty cool. While I obviously don’t support missions, I do think the church does an amazing job with these young people. My hubby served in France and remains fluent in French to this day. The church, very deliberately, takes these young men (there are some women missionaries but they are overwhelmingly young men who begin their mission at the age of 19) at a pivotal point in their lives and
immerses indoctrinates them even further into the teachings of the church. They are shielded from the world (no tv, no music, no movies, no shopping, no fun) and do nothing but read scriptures or teach scriptures for every waking hour.