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Name: Two_Sense
Interests: Please do not use my nor my kids names if you know them, unless it is a protected post!Thank you!If you know me outside of Xanga and want to be on the protected list just drop me a message!I am in my late 20s or early 30s. I am married and have two children.
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| Entry 131: Santa--ehh, Easter Bunny--ehh, Toy Story-- oh no that's realIt's hard to pay attention to all the speeches my son gives but when I really listen he is quite a master mind at building his arguments. He strategically, starts at one thought getting my attention only to bring me to another that should result in him getting me to agree to do something or allowing him to do something. I have long believed my kids actually believed that Buzz Light Year really
could fly not "fall with style," so when "Little Boy" started in about Buzz Light year flying I absently agreed with him. Then he switched gears, and asked me about the plane that "Mat'oow" and "Nett'n" had given him. This caught my attention because that was two years ago. It was a model airplane that he just wasn't read to put together yet and we set it aside for later. I barely remembered it and was surprised he remembered. Now that he really had my attention he started getting to what he wanted me to do. He wanted to know if I had gotten rid of it and started telling me about how I ought to look for it and where he thought it was. Then he said that he needed me to hang it in his room from the ceiling. Now I realized the reason for the Toys Story intro, because the kid's room has a model air plane hanging from the ceiling and Buzz "flies with" it. I reiterate to him what I think he is wanting and he sums up his reasons for why I should find it and hang it from his ceiling, "Yeah, and then my toys will come alive when I leave the room!"
My two sense: I don't teach my kids that Santa comes or about the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy, but I don't think I have the heart to take this bit of "childish wonderment" away from him even if he would believe me.
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| Entry 130: Why would a "good" stranger give my kid candy? Today I was at the chiropractor's office. The Chiropractor uses two tables to adjust me and they are in two different rooms. The Doctor prefers to let the kids stay in the first room and wander two the second on their "own time" instead of me trying to gather them up and get them resettled in a new room before he starts the 2nd adjustments--fine by me.
So while I was being adjusted in the 2nd room my 3 yr. old daughter comes to me and shows me a hard piece of peppermint candy--the kind they give at Pizza Hut. She happily announced that a man gave it to her. Apparently someone she saw in the hall way while I couldn't see gave it to her and the giving was not loud enough for me to hear right inside the door! Now I have to say that my kid(s) are the cute kind of kids that philanthropic candy owners would want to be generous too. But still....UGGGGH! My kids are not allowed to have hard candy nor gum! There are too little! What good stranger would give her candy without parental approval? What good stranger would give my 3 year old a piece of hard candy-- without assurance of parental knowledge/approval/supervision of its consumption!!!!! Keep in mind she could easily pass for 2 she is so small! Why would a good stranger give a choking hazard to a possible 2 year old! What good stranger wants kids to trust them!
I praised my daughter greatly for telling me about the candy and promised she would get even more candy at home from me anytime she gave me candy from a stranger. I told her we weren't ever to take candy from strangers because some might put something bad in it to hurt her. Then I remeinded her that she can't have hard candy yet.
I, the Candy Nazi, am, instead of giving one skittle to my kids after dinner like last night, giving them child sized handfuls of skittles to them BEFORE dinner tonight! Annoying stranger.....grrrrrrr!
My Two Sense: This is just a reminder that there are worse things than my kids having too much candy.
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| Entry 129: A mother from our church died on father's dayYesterday morning a lady in our church went to be with the Lord after a
being in a bad car accident. She and her sixteen year old were in the car. The Father was not traveling was not traveling with them. We don't know what caused the accident
or much about any details. The son is still in the hospital, I am
unaware of his condition other than it appears he will live. We were to
start teaching a sunday school class using the Crown Ministry teen
curriculum for the rising juniors through graduating seniors this
summer. Instead, yesterday, they combined middle and high school to talk
about the tragedy. After some scripture reading and prayer the
students were given a moment to say something. One girl (with many
siblings) pointed out that the son didn't have any siblings and they as
a group needed to be there for him even more. This was not something I
had thought of (ironically) and my heart broke a little more for him and his father. (See Entry 127) Another boy mentioned
that the son's father currently works out of town during the week so
their friend will be alone during the week a good bit, if something doesn't (or can't) change. Please pray for
the young man's recovery, and for the father and son's loss.
This
came as a shock to us--of course. She was a very kind lady, worked with
the youth, with a heart to serve. We met her in the New Comer's class
back when we started attending our church. Although about four years it
still seems like only a few blinks ago.
UPDATE: The son his out of the hospital and the funeral is Friday.
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| Entry 127: Just some of my thoughts about small families and tradgey (Origianlly posted 5/28/2008)China's One Child Only law and an another recent tragedy
I wrote the following after
listening to, “China’s
Only Children Face Great Expectation,” a piece in a series about China's culture on NPR. At the end of the piece I was reminded of the recent earthquake and deaths of children in the many
destroyed schools. Forgive me, for I am not a poet.
Lonely Pillars
The
earth has quaked and you pillars are crushed.
Death
has taken you lonely pillars away.
Who
will the heavy generation build their legacy on?
Who
will build the next?
Whose
strength will steady your parents in their old age?
Who
will bare their memory, wisdom, and hopes?
What
brother will stand in the rubble looking for you?
What
sister will carry your memory with her?
Walls
of nieces and nephews? They could never have been built.
And
few and falling away are the structures of your cousins. The
lonely bruised pillars that remain may mourn,
But
your architects did not pour into them as they did you.
The
standing pillars do not share part of you and you with them.
You
share only your loneliness.
I
weep for you lost lonely pillars,
For
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