Let me start by saying this is not exactly a political post. Not really. It is not meant to start a debate about whether guns should be banned. However, this is a pro love post. I realize love is not the answer to all of our problems but I do believe it's a great start. So, if you think being pro love makes this political - so be it.
Let me continue by asking - who is scared to raise a child in our country today? As the mom of a toddler, yeah, it is scary. When I'm driving, or walking through downtown Trenton in the dark into work, or visiting any public place with a crowd there's always a "what if" scenario lingering in the back of my mind. What if an irate driver decides to take their anger out on me today? What if someone kidnaps or robs me while walking in the dark? What if a gunman decides to show up here today? I don't let these thoughts stop me from living my life but it is a sad fact that they are all possibilities these days. Again, it's scary. Not a day goes by that I'm not reminded how lucky I am to be alive. And, I value my life. I value it even more with a child. I want to see her grow. I want to be there for games, recitals, parent-teacher conferences, graduations, etc. Don't even get me started thinking - what if Remi were to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just the thought of something happening to her makes my heart hurt.
Here's what I believe - It's not about banning weapons or (God forbid) declaring Martial Law. Leave it up to our political leaders to argue about what should be done. In the meantime, we need to be the change. We need to set the example. And, I think we do that through love. As parents, let's raise informed, well-behaved, honest, respectful, and loving human beings. That means we need to be informed, well-behaved, honest, respectful, and loving adults ourselves. If you're not a parent, you can still set an example through love. Think about it - we can change the future. We hold the power. I'm not saying violence wouldn't exist but I think we can certainly prevent some of it. If we work together, we can make the future world a safer place to live by raising a kinder, more loving generation...
Monday, January 9, 2017
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Switching out the Old with the New
Remi loves her Patches (or, as she calls him - "Patchey"). Patches is her four-legged best companion. We're not sure exactly where Patches came from. What we do know is that my brother found him several months ago lying somewhere around the house and gave him to Remi. The rest is history -- she LOVES that dog. She takes him EVERYWHERE.
As you can imagine, Patches has become quite dirty and matted. He has also developed what looks like cataracts from being dragged all over the place. And, despite washing him once a week - Patches never looks clean.
For Christmas, Oma and Opa bought Remi a brand new Patches. As it turned out, he wasn't an easy find. They said they searched all over the internet and finally found him at an antique toy store. Yes, an antique toy store. And, boy -- does he look great! So great, in fact, that Brian and I worried Remi might realize it's a brand new dog.
How did we make the switch? Well, I took Opa's advice. I told Remi I was giving (the old) Patches a bath. I had her watch as I put him in the washing machine. I didn't expect her to throw a fit, but she did. She was devastated to be separated from her "Patchey." So, I rushed upstairs, grabbed the box with (the new) Patches in it, brought it down to the laundry room, threw him in the dryer and brought Remi over to watch as I pulled a clean (new) Patches out and handed him to her. I could tell Remi was taken aback by his cleanliness and softness. She stared into (the new) Patches' eyes inspecting them. She was probably wondering why they were no longer grayish and scratched. To explain the nuances, I started to say things like, "Wow, that was a great bath! Look how clean and soft Patches is now." I prayed she believed me as I bent down to her level and petted the dog. I think I even hugged and kissed him. In my mind, doing that would make it all the more believable. And, guess what? Remi started lovingly hugging and kissing (the new) Patches saying, "Patchey, Patchey." She was SO happy which means -- Mommy is VERY happy...
As you can imagine, Patches has become quite dirty and matted. He has also developed what looks like cataracts from being dragged all over the place. And, despite washing him once a week - Patches never looks clean.
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| (The old) Patches |
For Christmas, Oma and Opa bought Remi a brand new Patches. As it turned out, he wasn't an easy find. They said they searched all over the internet and finally found him at an antique toy store. Yes, an antique toy store. And, boy -- does he look great! So great, in fact, that Brian and I worried Remi might realize it's a brand new dog.
How did we make the switch? Well, I took Opa's advice. I told Remi I was giving (the old) Patches a bath. I had her watch as I put him in the washing machine. I didn't expect her to throw a fit, but she did. She was devastated to be separated from her "Patchey." So, I rushed upstairs, grabbed the box with (the new) Patches in it, brought it down to the laundry room, threw him in the dryer and brought Remi over to watch as I pulled a clean (new) Patches out and handed him to her. I could tell Remi was taken aback by his cleanliness and softness. She stared into (the new) Patches' eyes inspecting them. She was probably wondering why they were no longer grayish and scratched. To explain the nuances, I started to say things like, "Wow, that was a great bath! Look how clean and soft Patches is now." I prayed she believed me as I bent down to her level and petted the dog. I think I even hugged and kissed him. In my mind, doing that would make it all the more believable. And, guess what? Remi started lovingly hugging and kissing (the new) Patches saying, "Patchey, Patchey." She was SO happy which means -- Mommy is VERY happy...
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