Happy Sunday!
Niki and I stayed up late reading some of our new books and doing about 10 elementary chemistry experiments. We had a blast. Niki almost always picks a favorite step of something, a song, a movie, a science experiment, to repeat randomly whenever the mood strikes. You never know what step in the process Niki will choose, in other words she is unpredictable. I love that about her! We did an experiment using balloons and in the process of tieing one of the balloons after blowing it up, I let it go, on purpose bc I thought it would be funny. Yes, I am as equally easy to please as my children. Anyway, out of all the experiments we did with the water and salt, and sand, and sugar and tasting and the balloons, her favorite part was the balloon spinning wildly out of control around our kitchen light fixture. I think that spinning balloon is the only reason she remembered this morning the discussion on matter, solids, liquids, and gases @ midnight last night. If she were in a regular brain numbing classroom, I am certain she wouldn't have had that experience, but maybe she would recall the teacher and a different experiment.
It is moments similar to last night leading me to believe I will unschool my children as long as they are interested. Today though, a few members of the family (we eat Sunday dinner @ my mom's with the whole family) commented about when I go back to work...why does this keep coming up people? I hope I never have to work full time while the kids are small. Maybe one day I will go back to work full time. Honestly, I hope not(again while the kids are small.) If I do HAVE to return to work, while the kids are small, I hope it will be somewhere I feel as thought I can be myself. I no longer believe I can work in an office. I have an insatiable love for the outdoors. I am missing it a great deal since the last few days it has been too cold to go out. If I had to go back to work I hope I could find something outside with plants or animals maybe. I cannot predict the future but I can tell you what I know. I know everyday I fall more in love with my family and I know I could not place them in a daycare the same way I know I could not place my parents in a Retirement Center or Nursing Home. I also know my family all my family, parents, aunts, adopted grandparents, support me and will love me no matter if I go back to work or not. I suppose I just don't like to hear words that cause me to even contemplate leaving the little ones right now. The same way I didn't want everyone to continue talking about the boys needing a hair cut...
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
To my lil' sis
My lil' sis (aka: Aunt Jessie, aka: Jessie Poo-Poo Head!) had her physical for the police academy entrance process this morning. Of course she passed with flying colors and has moved on to the next stage of the process. There will be a psychological review and credit check and if all goes well, no doubt it will, she will begin the academy in March. Yeah!
Jess was describing how the day progressed to me and when she got to the end of the story, I was amazed @ how many people she said actually showed up to the physical unprepared. By unprepared I mean, people obviously did not "test" themselves and assumed they would pass the physical requirements without any practice.
I know I ramble often, but see if you can follow me here. Sometimes when I am reading others writings, I am conscience about how lackluster some of my posts are and possibly, how riddled with errors my writing is. Like I said in the beginning, this is kind of a diary for my family. I am not concerned with how impressed or unimpressed anyone is with my writing. After all I didn't attend high school, so I am far from being any kind of a writing expert. I mean, in order to be an expert doesn't one need to practice, or @ least posses a passion? So, if one has a passion to become an expert police officer, one must practice? Why would these police officer applicants show up to the physical unprepared, unpracticed, without passion? I certainly do not want police officers watching over me without passion, even if security is only an illusion. We grant police officers powers beyond the realm of regular citizens and with that comes an immense responsibility and I hope anyone even contemplating applying for a position with such responsibilities would take every detail seriously.
This led me to another thought, must one be an expert if one has a passion? I think if one truly has a passion, one would inevitably become an expert. We cannot all be experts from the beginning stages of all our endeavours. Should we all become experts @ one thing or another? I would hope as living, breathing humans we are all passionate about something and therefore by default be experts in our passions.
I have no passion for grammar, but I adore my family. I hope that by providing my view of our daily lives in this blog, our family will appreciate it later and perhaps learn from it. Maybe my kids will read this and say, "My mom's grammar is atrocious!" and be inspired to learn to write more effectively than I. While I am practicing my grammar skills and learning more about our language and reading more to improve my lacking vocabulary, I hope my family will continue to hear my voice in their heads as they read these mundane words to themselves and smile.
No doubt my sisters' passion has already inspired others in our family and will lead her on a journey she will not regret taking the first step of. Congratulations Jess.
Jess was describing how the day progressed to me and when she got to the end of the story, I was amazed @ how many people she said actually showed up to the physical unprepared. By unprepared I mean, people obviously did not "test" themselves and assumed they would pass the physical requirements without any practice.
I know I ramble often, but see if you can follow me here. Sometimes when I am reading others writings, I am conscience about how lackluster some of my posts are and possibly, how riddled with errors my writing is. Like I said in the beginning, this is kind of a diary for my family. I am not concerned with how impressed or unimpressed anyone is with my writing. After all I didn't attend high school, so I am far from being any kind of a writing expert. I mean, in order to be an expert doesn't one need to practice, or @ least posses a passion? So, if one has a passion to become an expert police officer, one must practice? Why would these police officer applicants show up to the physical unprepared, unpracticed, without passion? I certainly do not want police officers watching over me without passion, even if security is only an illusion. We grant police officers powers beyond the realm of regular citizens and with that comes an immense responsibility and I hope anyone even contemplating applying for a position with such responsibilities would take every detail seriously.
This led me to another thought, must one be an expert if one has a passion? I think if one truly has a passion, one would inevitably become an expert. We cannot all be experts from the beginning stages of all our endeavours. Should we all become experts @ one thing or another? I would hope as living, breathing humans we are all passionate about something and therefore by default be experts in our passions.
I have no passion for grammar, but I adore my family. I hope that by providing my view of our daily lives in this blog, our family will appreciate it later and perhaps learn from it. Maybe my kids will read this and say, "My mom's grammar is atrocious!" and be inspired to learn to write more effectively than I. While I am practicing my grammar skills and learning more about our language and reading more to improve my lacking vocabulary, I hope my family will continue to hear my voice in their heads as they read these mundane words to themselves and smile.
No doubt my sisters' passion has already inspired others in our family and will lead her on a journey she will not regret taking the first step of. Congratulations Jess.
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