“It is the Soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the Soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.
It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the Soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.”
~ Charles M. Province
It was one of those moments you knew would be temporary. Nature’s spotlight on the cloud and the water, not highlighting them for long…
One of the most important things to teach our kids is what happened in WWII, most importantly in regards to the Holocaust. The horror this part of our history has put on so many families can most likely never benn understood entirely by someone not involved. Neither can the fact that people are actually capable of actions as horrific as the ones back then.
How can you possibly explain while you, yourself have no explanation. I guess by telling your kids about it and letting them know that you can’t explain the why and how… most important lesson: Let’s never forget about it and make sure history won’t repeat itself…
It’s that day of the year again. The day an entire city stands still (more or less) because of a horse race. Although I love horses it’s still an interesting concept for me that a horse race creates a public holiday.
I love watching them canter. The beauty of the movement, the strength, the speed, the thought about how it feels to feel a horse move under you. But I also know what this day means for so many of the athletes involved. And it’s shocking.
A Melbourne University study found that post-race 50% of the horses have blood in their windpipe. 90% have blood deeper in their lungs. In the last 12 months 137 horses were pronounced dead on Australian racetracks and many thousands more have been killed for not running fast enough… so while the official picture of this huge event is a beautiful and fun one, the reality is far from it…
Time for a positive start into the week. While Monday is almost over on my side of the globe it’s only just about to start in other parts. So let’s do this.
- Mention something that you consider being good in the comments
- Or write a post about it on your blog (please don’t forget the pingback if you do so I don’t miss out and also share the link to it in the comments below). Something good that happened to you recently, or something good you will experience in a little while, or something good you know will happen soon. Something that makes you feel good.
- Share this post and invite your followers as well.
So before I share why I’m so excited for the coming week let’s do another happy dance. As you know I love my happy dances and so I decided to just keep doing it 😉
Let’s do another round, just because it’s fun. And once you’re done here is what I’d like to share with you today:
“Exploring new places with the family is one of the most wonderful adventures ever. Cities, countryside, new places in the neighbourhood, you name it. I’m so grateful for being able to experience so much with the kids and can’t wait to explore more with them and then share our thoughts about it in the days, weeks and months after…”
We teach our kids to say sorry. We also teach them that they have to mean it. Saying sorry just so it’s said doesn’t change anything. You have to mean it. “Sorry” is one of the word that gets used easily, I find. Sometimes without any heart in it. It’s the polite way of interaction.
Where am I going with this? Frankly, I’m not sure. I just saw this post of a Facebook buddy of mine. A post in which she writes about how she constantly says sorry for everything. And that it’s time to stop doing this.
It made me think about where it comes from because I have a tendency to do that too. Like the other day when I was waiting and waiting and my friend was so late. And then, when she arrived I had to leave. Although she was an hour late I apologized for having to leave after only seeing her for 30min rather than over an hour.
Or when I apologize for finding something funny or for being tired. So many moments I say sorry for something I should not apologize for. I wonder why…
Is it the upbringing? Do we raise our kids the way they eventually feel they need to apologize for being successful, healthy, nice, smart, you name it? Just because it’s polite? Do we raise them to apologize for being pushed in a queu, rather then expecting the other person to say sorry.
Sometimes telling the kids that they don’t need to apologize goes a long way. And I believe teaching them to apologize when they do something wrong and only say it if they really think what they’ve done was wrong might be the right thing. You have to mean it if you say it…
Just a little peek of a happy place…