Thursday, February 7, 2013

Every second week eh?

So it has totally occurred to me that my new years resolution of writing every second week has totally failed. And then I started wondering why, I mean its not a lack of things to talk about. I have come to the conclusion that it is a combo of 2 things; I love my job tons, but somewhere inside I know that although every new word, every messy craft and whatnot are exciting to me, its probably not something y'all want to spend your free time reading about. Also, I am a night owl. I do my most inspired and well written things after 10pm, but now that I'm up at 5:30 5 days a week, if I'm not sleeping by 9:30 I am a very cranky nanny.
So that is a long way of saying I am going to keep trying to write once every second week, but it is not going to be about being a nanny, its just going to be about me being me.
I just finished reading The Help. And I was a little shocked. I know that it was worse than what was written about, but the thing that the worst was how recently it was. My great Grammy passed away recently, but my sisters and mom (and grandma of course) were very close to her. During the time that story took place, she would have been in her 60's. And I cannot help but wonder what she thought about coloured people, and integration. I know it wasn't the same in Canada as it was in Mississippi USA, but that doesn't mean there wasnt racism. I plan on doing some googling on the subject whenever I get some free time. Grammy Pond was the sweetest woman I know, and the truest Christian I have ever met, so I like to think she was understanding and caring.
I also wonder how people from my life would have acted toward people of other colours if we lived then. How I would gave acted. The only thing I know for sure is children are uncaring and unjudging on colours and, having decided to dedicate myself to them, I hope I would have had some of that in me too.
And now I feel extremely naive thinking that it happened sooo long ago. When in reality, there are people all around me who were alive during some of the worst of it. Silly me. I feel like I probably should have paid a little more attention during history class.
That's all for now. Stay tuned for a tribute to my blood sistas.
My boys having snuggle time when I leave for work
Museum of Civilization, this was the highlight for the kiddies.

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