A reminder that everybody falls. Sometimes falling is the point.
” “Oh, I’ve never fallen off…”
She thinks she’s bragging, but the little girl, or teen, or grown-ass woman (or perhaps man) who utters those words in the horseback riding world has failed to read the room. We are not impressed. In fact, the polite among us are trying not to laugh in her face…
We know something she doesn’t. We know there are only two types of horseback riders: Those who have fallen off, and those who will.”
Falling – Almost Farmgirl
“Whenever a protest occurs, Dr. King’s method of non-violence is the measuring stick. If said protest turns into a riot (i.e. Ferguson and Baltimore), then I guarantee I will hear/read, ‘MLK would not be pleased with this. These people should be peaceful. That’s how MLK got things done.’ These folks completely ignore that Dr. King said, ‘A riot is the language of the unheard.’ “
The Good Negro: A Fresh Voice
“Kids make you insane.” Truer words were never spoken.
“Normal people can drink out of cups, but we can’t. If we have a glass of some beverage, and we leave that beverage unattended for even fifteen seconds, then that beverage will end up spilled on the couch, the carpet, the dog, or possibly the ceiling. The fact that we have cats plays in here, too, because our cats cannot abide an upright glass. So instead we drink out of bottles with lids, all the time, until the kids are asleep.”
Toddler Life, Chapter 419: We Have Lost Normality | Accidentally Inspired
Because sometimes childhood is magical, and sometimes it’s populated by small people manipulated by the whims of adults around them.
“20 Somewhat Horrible Things I Do To My Kids That I in No Way Feel Guilty About:
- I’ve been trying to use up the gross generic peanut butter that we bought a while ago. When we make sandwiches, the kids get generic. I get Jif. I’m choosy… and selfish.
- If we are at the end of a loaf of bread, the kids always get the butt. They think it is the “special” piece.
- I eat the filling out of Oreos, and give my son the gross cookie part.”
20 Somewhat Horrible Things I Do to My Kids That I in No Way Feel Guilty About | The Huffington Post
“On paper it all looks okay — modest professional success, a clean house, bills that are paid. But if you look close enough, you can see it in cancelled plans or plans that are never made. In pictures never taken because I look so sick. In days alternating between anxious energy and waves of fatigue. In the panic that flashes through my eyes when anything changes that might affect my routine.
Oh, the routine.
It’s all about the routine.”
If I Can Talk To CNN, I Can Talk To You About High-Functioning Mental Illness – Abby Has Issues
You know, come to think of it, refusing to do stuff is one of the perks of getting older.
“One great thing about getting older is that you can just refuse to do things.
It is an interesting power that you first wield as infant and small child, lose throughout much of your childhood and then slowly regain as you get older…
Making banana bread – Adults everywhere seem to want to make bread out of fruits and other items that are going bad. Got some bad bananas, it’s a super time to make banana bread! It’s the same thing with zucchini bread, pumpkin bread and other similar items. These are all fine breads (except that I hate bananas), but I have no interest in making them and I don’t ever want to save bananas or other rotting fruits or vegetables so that I can turn them into bread. I will, however, eat pumpkin bread, zucchini bread, cranberry bread and other breads that other people make.”
Top Five Perfectly Normal Things That I Refuse To Do: Nick Claussen
“My father is black and my mother is white. While a proud, graying natural sits atop my father’s head, the genetic crapshoot of their interracial union left my hair absent of his tight curls; left my skin shades lighter. As a result, I floated in this limbo of racial ambiguity that sparked questions of identity for me far too early, and that have lingered far too long. As a child, into adolescence, and even into early adulthood, it left me feeling as other, in a constant search for where I belonged. I did not want that for my children.”
‘Are We Safe?’ In Trump’s America, A Father Worries | Cognoscenti
There’s a mama or papa bear in all of us, and it comes roaring to the surface when our kids get targeted.
“This is why we fight for our children. We fight for a better world. My readers may remember the challenges that Carl was facing in middle school. There were children calling him a “taco.” They called him “brownie.” They threatened to send him “back over the wall” to Mexico.
Carl was bewildered. “But I’m Puerto Rican!” he kept saying. “I was born in Massachusetts!” “
Why We Fight: Herding Chickens and Other Adventures in Foster and Adoptive Care