So Tired

I'm tired of the world today. I wonder how we made it growing up when I watch my children trying to live through what life offers them. Children are mean, but adults can be just as bad. I sometimes wonder if my sons view me as a bully.

In thinking on it, I'm not sure (m)any of us grew up wonderfully. We survived our childhood. That's all. I hope my children can survive theirs. I continually think I need to step back and let my children learn for themselves. Then I see what the education system is becoming and realize I am not the type of mom that can sit back and watch while my child is set up for failure.

Gone are the days when children respected their elders. It appears that, with that loss, many teachers are no longer willing to provide a wonderful education. Where are the teachers that will move mountains to help children get a great education? I know they exist, but not many per school.

I feel many teachers are becoming lackadaisical in their teaching methods. Perhaps they're tired from fighting the system's balance; too many students per teacher, not enough money per student. We get what we pay for.

Whatever it is, I don't see it getting better. If what I hear (an attempt to move away from textbooks) is really happening in the high schools , I'm worried of where they'll be in 5 years time when my oldest takes his first steps inside. I won't sit idly by while my children drown in a sea of incomprehension. Computers will take us far, but they are not infallible. A love of books will get us farther.

They say they're trying to make it easier on everybody. I think learning needs to be worked at if it's going to stick. Knowledge must be earned. On that same thread, if teaching was easy, it wouldn't be worth it. We're entrusting our children's future to these teachers. Are they handling that trust with integrity?

Something to Consider

While working on my farm--Farmville on Facebook--I noticed my avatar was missing. Ok, so there was a figure, but no features. It was as if a shade of my avatar was doing all the work.

Of course I put a spin on things, realizing life is much like my sadly blank avatar. Many(most)times we perform our roles without recognition, without praise. I'm now sitting here trying to remember the last time my husband even commented on my work around the house--that is without me pointing it out to him. I don't expect a thank-you, though one would be much appreciated. I just think it would be nice to feel appreciated by him.

The good news is that my children, though not always showing their appreciation, will sometimes remember to thank me. I'm thinking I should make more of these times. Let them know how important it is to hear thanks and feel appreciation. Of course, I need to remember to return the favor. With any luck, I'll turn my boys into wonderful husbands. (All right, so I'm not sure that really exists, but at least they can learn to praise their wives. That will be something!)

A Random Dance

I'm embarking on this blogging voyage more for my writing pleasure than any one's viewing pleasure. I believe I need an outlet in which I can give voice to my opinions without seeing the physical reaction of my audience--if ever there is one.

The title is a tip of my hat to the actuality of the different roles women play in life. Currently the hat dance I perform encompasses a myriad of parts: wife, lover, mother, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, boss, employee, manager, cleaning lady, accountant, doormat, etc. All roles I take on in random order throughout my day and night. On occasion I cram on more than one hat at a time.

The information posted here is meant as a healthy outlet for my bottled emotions. Please continue forward with me in understanding, without judgment, and make sure you bring a grain of salt.