Passion

I’m a passionate person. I admit that. I love deeply and I anger easily. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. It has gotten me in trouble at times in my life, yes, but for the most part it is what has driven me to take care of myself and those around me. The passion I feel has caused me heartache, it has caused me anger, but more importantly, it has made me love more, it has made me care more and it has made me strive to be a better person and to support and fight for the rights of others.

I’m not an activist, I’m not even overly vocal about my political, religious and social views, but when I see someone being bullied, someone being mistreated, you can bet your ass that I will have something to say about it.

Maybe that makes me a busy body. Maybe I should look the other way, and let everyone deal with whatever issues they may be having. But I don’t feel that everyone has the voice inside of them to stand up for whats right, even if they can hear it, they don’t vocalize it. I won’t stand idly and watch someone inflict hurt onto someone else.

At this point you might think, well, adults can take care of themselves, if they needed or wanted to stand up for themselves and their rights, they’d do it. But have you ever been in a situation where you felt overwhelmed by the other person, or overwhelmed by the situation itself? I have. And in those moments I have wished for someone to back me up, to agree with my side.

So when I feel strongly about an issue, I may be vocal about it. When I see someone being mistreated, I may step in and have something to say, or I will be there to support the person I feel is in need. I’m passionate, and I’m not sorry.

I will be the person to build someone up, not to tear them down!

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Removal

When Calvin was born, we noticed that he had a skin tag on his left ear. No big deal, it hasn’t effected his hearing and Curtis and his uncle actually both had the same thing when they were kids, although both of them had the tags removed. We had a consultation with a surgeon when Calvin was a couple of days old, who decided that it was best to wait until he was past the two year mark so that they could use anesthesia.

Today we had his three year well check and his pediatrician asked if we would like to see a surgeon to get it removed. I decided that it was probably for the best that we do it at this point before he starts preschool. Most people don’t really notice it, but I have noticed more recently that older children do. And some of the unkind words that are said about it, make my heart hurt and Calvin being the sensitive soul that he is, usually takes it with a grain of salt, but I can tell it upsets him.

He won’t need to go under anesthesia after all, so it will be a quick out patient surgery and hopefully the healing time will be minimal for such a small issue. I do feel somewhat bad for making the decision for him. I had told him that he could decide for himself when he grows up, which is what he told the doctor this morning! But, as the doctor also noted, we don’t know if it will grow. ¬†So, next week it will be removed.

Also, he is 3ft 6″ tall… he’s a giant toddler!

Change 

There are dishes in the sink, plates on the table and laundry to be done. But they can all wait. For the first time in a while, today I felt like I was just relaxing with the kids. We visited the zoo together, something we haven’t done very much in the past, but with new memberships, I hope we can do more of in the future. We set out bright and early and enjoyed the warmth of the first signs of spring as we toured the new African Adventure exhibit at Fresno Chaffee Zoo. I pulled the kids in the wagon whilst they looked at the animals, snacked and enjoyed the ride. 

  We got up close with some cheetahs which I think was a highlight for myself and the kids.

Calvin and Mia both fed the giraffes and giggled their heads off when the long tongues grabbed the lettuce leaves.
 Mia was mesmerized by the sea lions and Calvin loved feeling the sting rays drift past his fingertips at Stingray Bay. 

 

Today’s outing was a welcome break! We moved out of our house last week and into our little apartment that we will reside in until the limbo of having a new house to move into is over. It’s been a whirlwind of moving everything into our temporary home and into storage whilst Curtis has juggled work and I’ve juggled the kids. Luckily we have had some amazing friends and family to help.

I needed today. The kids needed today. Everything else can wait. We are busy making memories!