To send your little ones to school, or to not. Okay, it’s WAY more nuanced than that, but if I wanted to simplify the matter, that's it in a nutshell.
It really shouldn’t matter to me what your family decides to do, education-wise. And it really shouldn’t matter to you what my family chooses, education-wise.
But for a long time, what other families did when it came to educating their children mattered to me. It mattered A LOT, in fact.
Read Part 1, here.
Why does stress hurt people’s health, mom? I’m stressed sometimes, does that mean I’m going to get sick?
No, son. While it’s true you go through stress, it’s not the same type of stress as a kid like you who is living in the middle of a war zone, hiding under his bed from bombs. Or a kid your age who doesn’t know if he’ll be able to eat today. Or a kid who lives in terror of what a grownup will do to them. That’s the kind of stress that can make you sick.
A few days ago, the hubs and I were discussing intuitive eating. He was trying to wrap his head around some ideas, and he had questions.
“If you don’t love yourself you’ll never feel like anyone else does either”
“Find the love you seek, by first finding the love within yourself. Learn to rest in that place within you that is your true home.”-Sri Sri Ravi Shankar
Why didn’t God answer my prayers, about nightmares, and cancer? If God knows everything, why didn’t God do anything?
Is heaven real? Is hell?
What do you think about evolution, mom?
When I was a teenager, I had this dream every now and again.
In the dream, I would be walking along the grimy streets of Puerto Ayacucho, a small Venezuelan town.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold it would be a merrier world.
I am a recovering natural health fanatic.
I have followed a “coffee and gum” diet. I have restricted calories and implemented intermittent fasting.
Shh… Listen closely.
Can you hear it? The heavy, faint but steady beat of the kettledrum as it rips a hole in the universe wide wide to allow the triumphant herald of the bugles?
Sometimes, you’ll tune into a podcast, a sermon, a song, a poem or a story, and you will be surprised by tears. And as those tears wet your tender cheeks, you will realize you’ve been sad, sad, sad, for so very long.
These past weeks have been tough.
I wish I could say I was a really healthy, super disciplined person. The truth is, I fall somewhere close to the middle of the continuum between lazy, good-for-nothing and winner, winner, chicken dinner.