This morning a bunny rabbit almost threw itself under my car. Why would you do that silly fur ball? Yes, I swerve for animals; I cried when I hit a squirrel (I was sad for it's squirrel loved ones that will miss it) and I name the adorable animals I see on my runs everyday, but none of this is the point. What is the point?
Well, this suicidal bunny got me thinking. How many times in our life do we 'throw ourselves in front of a car'? I don't mean literally of course, if you are literally throwing yourself in front of a car please get help as there is something not quite right with you.
As adults, it is presumed that we know right from wrong, that while we are in a situation we know what is going on and that we know what we SHOULD do. How often do we embrace our inner child in the wrong way and do what we shouldn't just to prove we still can come out 'alive'? I will even go so far as to say that half the time I don't think we even realize we are doing it, it's just that inner child.
Oh - and if you know me at all you know I love my inner child. She is what keeps me going on those rough days, long runs, thunderstorms, whatever. Embrace the inner child, just not the inner devil child - at least not in traffic.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Time flies
And it's not just because I noticed I haven't blogged in a month, time really does fly.
This morning the kiddo and I went to his first official high school Open House. The school we visited is smaller, and all boys. It sits on a beautiful campus of wilderness (yet in a city) and the 3 academic buildings are nestled around a quad of gardens and pathways. It was all breathtaking, and that was before we even went into a classroom.
As this is an all boys establishment (one of two that the boy is looking at),it was refreshing to see the teachers let the boys be, well, boys. As the chemistry professor put it "We can let them be boys, or we can try to stop them which just means they will be boys, only behind our back and won't behave when we need them too!" The boys supported each other, helping each other out and prodding when need be.
What's the point? Kids grow up so much faster now than I ever did - the pressures of the world, constant communication, internet...you name it. Today we started with mass in the chapel and a cell phone rang (I pity that boy!) and that was the last of the invasions until I got back in my car. When one of the older students was asked what they thought of the fact that these students don't use laptops in class they said that it doesn't bother them. They still use pens and paper, they still have to know how to spell without the red lines directing what to fix.
When's the last time you used pen and paper, then put it down to go in the courtyard and throw a frisbee? Watched it fly like time before it reaches its destination...
This morning the kiddo and I went to his first official high school Open House. The school we visited is smaller, and all boys. It sits on a beautiful campus of wilderness (yet in a city) and the 3 academic buildings are nestled around a quad of gardens and pathways. It was all breathtaking, and that was before we even went into a classroom.
As this is an all boys establishment (one of two that the boy is looking at),it was refreshing to see the teachers let the boys be, well, boys. As the chemistry professor put it "We can let them be boys, or we can try to stop them which just means they will be boys, only behind our back and won't behave when we need them too!" The boys supported each other, helping each other out and prodding when need be.
What's the point? Kids grow up so much faster now than I ever did - the pressures of the world, constant communication, internet...you name it. Today we started with mass in the chapel and a cell phone rang (I pity that boy!) and that was the last of the invasions until I got back in my car. When one of the older students was asked what they thought of the fact that these students don't use laptops in class they said that it doesn't bother them. They still use pens and paper, they still have to know how to spell without the red lines directing what to fix.
When's the last time you used pen and paper, then put it down to go in the courtyard and throw a frisbee? Watched it fly like time before it reaches its destination...
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