Yesterday was her first day of karate and she said that she kept on speaking in english because it came more naturally right then.
Her sensei approached and said something like “Hey, english-speaking-person, stop that or you’ll give me 10 push-ups.”
She didn’t have to give any push-ups.
Sometimes their brains think better in english, or say better in english. It’s with all my blabbing.
There was something else that happened that day. She retold, “He kicked me hard on my leg, I didn’t think he’d kick me so hard because I’m a girl!”
How else do you think you’ll be taken seriously?
I am sorry I have not written here in a while. I’m not that sorry because if I were really sorry I would have written.
Sometimes, I’ll reread my posts because I forget. I mean, even if I am the only who reads this, it’s good enough for me, just to remember.
I’m also trying to think of something to write and I will write this: the girls and I have been getting along so well. I’m not sure if it’s just that they are more mature but honestly I thought that with each passing year they’d become more teenage-ry and I would become more of an adult and we’d just butt heads.
But that hasn’t happened. I’m not sure what kind of parent I am or sister of whatever. I get mad at them, I tell them when they are wrong and what to fix and how but I also listen and we talk and I find out who they have a crush on. You know, it’s like I always read about this whole parenting thing. It’s not good to be your child’s friend because you are supposed to parent them. Then that it’s no good to be strict with them because you’ll lose them.
It’s like I have two sides to me, tough-love , no non-sense Buna Mary (if you’ve been to Romania, you know who she was) and then, I don’t know, a let’s-talk-about-your-feelings-I-won’t-judge-you hippie mom.
Then I try to think about my 14-year-old self. Who would I have wanted to be for her back then? What about now? Because they sure are different.
I was talking on the phone as I made my way toward Casa Josef. In the middle of the day, on a familiar street, next to a convenience store, something happened.
Two young men, strong in gait, presumably looking for trouble, brushed their way past me.
Sometimes you don’t know what to do. Completely ignore the nonsense you know is about to go down or call out the inappropriate behavior?
I gave a look of disapproval because I was on the phone and I was walking and I was only one person against two guys. I was scared. I didn’t want to start anything.
And whatever, it was just to me. I wasn’t terribly bothered.
Later that day I had a talk with one of the Great Eight about a boy harassing her at school and I told her we had to do something about it and she kept deflecting saying it wasn’t that big of a deal, that that was the way he was.
“But even if it was only done to you, it still needs to be stopped.”
Then I imagined her walking down a street with two guys strutting towards her and I realized what a hypocrite I was.
Here I was telling her I was going to do something about it when 30 minutes prior I had done nothing.
I still don’t know the right approach but I’m working on it. For her, and for myself.
Don’t you wish you could fit everyone you love into a bubble and they’d be together wherever you go?
I’m only gone for a month and maybe a half and even though I know I’ll be back, some goodbyes are just plain dreadful.
For me, it’s not the moment while I’m saying goodbye (I try to say, “See you later” to soften the blow), but right before the hug. Right when you lock eyes with the other person and you know you’re going to have to say goodbye for some time.
I’m stress eating a bag of Chio cheese chips.
(One of those days.)
We were looking online for a book to read. I like to judge books by their reviews, and some people have other methods.
“Can I watch the trailer?”
“Oh my goodness, this is not a movie!”
“But every movie has a book.”
I got this information as I googled “orphan day.”
“Tragically, millions of children all over the globe have become orphaned for many reasons: war, famine, displacement, disease or poverty. To make sure that they are not forgotten, once a year there is a special day dedicated just to them: World Orphans Day, which falls on the second Monday of each November. This special day has been put in place in order to draw attention to the plight of the world’s orphans, and so on this day people are encouraged to actively participate to help raise awareness, support and funding for motherless and fatherless children worldwide.”
I also googled “abandoned children’s day” but nothing really showed up.
It’s a distinction absolutely worth mentioning because though “orphan day” can encompass abandoned children, they aren’t actually motherless or fatherless. And it got me wondering what a strange sadness it must be to have a family somewhere out there and not call them mom and dad.