It's all about balance. When I have children of my own, I want them to do well in school. But I don't want them to be all school and no play. I don't want my (future... like WAY future) 5-year-old to be able to multiply double-digit numbers but be uncomfortable singing and dancing and playing and socializing and talking nonsense. Sometimes, kids just need to play and explore.
One thing I miss from childhood: Planter's Cheese Curls and Cheese Balls (okay, I guess that's two things).
I don't want to call the (future) father of my (future) kids "Dad," nor do I want him to call me "Mom." I love the idea of the man I love being the father of my children, but he's not MY father. He's my lover, my husband, my partner. And so I will address him as such and treat him as such. And I want my children to grow up seeing that. I want them to grow up seeing romance between Mom and Dad as a normal, lovely thing, not as an icky thing.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Coriolanus
Flighty and feeble like birds
Like trees, swayed by the slightest of breezes
Man is akin to nature, all right
We often see ourselves as separate from nature
But really, we are a part of it
And so we possess the same characteristics, have the same tendencies
The good and the bad
Like trees, swayed by the slightest of breezes
Man is akin to nature, all right
We often see ourselves as separate from nature
But really, we are a part of it
And so we possess the same characteristics, have the same tendencies
The good and the bad
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