Religion and I have never quite seen eye to eye. I was raised in a Catholic church, not super strictly or anything—we weren't at church every single Sunday or anything. But my dad always sat with us at bedtime to say our prayers. We were at church on the major holidays and we were baptized and had communion and were confirmed. I, however, was not the perfect little religious child. I was definitely more rebellious than religious. The church that I attended wasn't exactly thrilled when I got pregnant out of wedlock but luckily, I have a pretty cool family and they introduced me to the church I currently take my daughter to.
I didn’t realize that being a mom would make me feel so empty. It was day one of motherhood, and I was terrified to touch this little joy lying in the room. I was terrified like how I am anytime something beautiful enters my life. I always try to push everything away, and that’s what I did from the start with him.
What is a normal family? I for one think that all families have a little quirkiness to them or at least all the ones I've ever been around. I have long dreamed of being a part of a family. But I have come to the realization that this just might not be a thing for me.
There are two types of parents in this day and age. The first type claims their children are color blind and have never noticed anything like race. Then there is the other type of parent that grills their child on how not to be a raging racist because the child has mentioned something about an individuals skin color in a somewhat negative way. Both of these approaches are wrong.
So today is Sunday, the day of rest. It’s the day Mexico beat Germany, Switzerland drew with Brazil (still can’t believe that) and that fathers up and down the country are shown appreciation. Now, don’t get me wrong we don’t need Hallmark holidays to express our gratitude for someone, but its nice to buy into the idea.
So, over a year ago, my soon-to-be husband at the time, came to me and wanted to help one of his friends out of a tough situation in terms of having nowhere to go. I was a little apprehensive at the time, gave it a lot of thought, considering what I thought to be every outcome to the situation and eventually came to the conclusion that I was comfortable with having his friend stay with us.
A few of my friends are now reaching the point where they have been with significant others for a long period of time. So now as tradition would typically dictate in our society's norms, naturally the progression of conversation moves towards commitment and wedding dates. One particular close relationship I know has a couple who have been together 12 years. They live together and love each other dearly as if they were man and wife. But do you know something? THEY AREN'T MARRIED!!! Throw them stones and cast aside the social leper because apparently that is the done thing! How wrong are we today? Oh, let me count the ways!
Happy day nine everyone! I'm honestly loving this journal for more than just the writing. I really love that people are actually following along. I really liked hearing about other people's favorite books. It made my day. I can't wait to see how else this journal connects me with everyone! Quote of the day: "When writing the story of your life, don't let anyone else hold the pen." - Jack Kerouac
The topic of arranged marriages never gets brought up as much as they used to, love marriage is what everyone thinks about when marriage is brought up in a conversation. For me growing up, my life felt like it was normal, but everyone feels this way until you get to that age where you realize that your friends are the normal ones and you are the alien. The whole North American continent is made up of immigrants, but begin a first generation immigrant is the hardest thing in the world. You have to work harder than any generation—ok maybe not the generation that had to go through the wars, but definitely harder than the generation that got to buy bread for, what, five cents?
I worked as a care worker and activities manager for a elder care home for over a year. I saw both sides of life for my residents and even comforted the families who were torn to pieces because their relative didn't remember them anymore.
When you hear of caring or nursing, people can sometimes automatically jump to an image of a mature lady nursing poor patients. This assumption has changed in latter years with more and more young people becoming carers or support workers. However, some people may question younger carers' skill set or experience and undermine the abilities of the young carer just from plain old prejudice.
I was spending my usual Friday nights in my room watching Netflix and eating ice cream when I heard something on Jane The Virgin that made me think. Jane, the main character, who has a baby, named Mateo, was worried about his speech development. She noticed he was not saying anything besides the typical “mamma” and “dada,” and the other kids in her Mommy and Me playgroup knew up to 30 words, and some could form sentences. Jane went to Mateo’s doctor who told her not to worry about this yet. The doctor then asked if he was exposed to other languages because Jane is Latina. She informed her that he was, she speaks Spanish around him, and her grandma only speaks Spanish. The doctor reassured her that it is normal for babies in a bilingual home to develop speech at a later time than babies in non-bilingual homes.