First day of Summer! So so so glad it is here. My attempt to sleep in was thwarted by my own forgetfulness at deleting my daily alarm. Ah well, there’s always tomorrow. And the next day, and the next.
What I’m watching: This 8th grade graduation speech is so great. The kid does impressions of the presidential candidates (and president). He’s pretty stinkin good. It doesn’t get really impressive until you’ve watched it for a while and see what he has the candidates say. Totally worth the 9 minutes.
Also, Grace & Frankie – a Netflix original about two friends in their 70’s(?) whose husbands finally tell them that they’re gay and have been having an affair for the last 20 years. The show is how life continues after that and finding friendship and self all over again.
What I’m reading: Still reading Telling Lies by Paul Ekman. It’s slow. And more in depth than I want. I’ve resisted skimming so far, but that’s become pointless cause I don’t exactly remember everything I’ve read anyway. About to start skimming. I’ve got a big ol’ stack waiting for me.
The kids and I just returned from our first trip to the library to fill up the shelves for the summer (well, for the first week of summer, anyway) and I know have a huge stack of Juve Lit looking at me too.
What I’m listening to: Sam Smith is on repeat in the car and while walking I’ve been sticking with story style podcasts lately – mostly The Moth or This American Life. The one that’s still sticking with me is Episode 557 of This American Life: “Birds & Bees” – ways to teach children about hard things to talk about (race, death & sex). So interesting and mind opening to me.
What’s on my mind: Freedom!! I’m trying to resist the urge the schedule things (like kids have to have their daily chores done by a certain time of day, etc) and just go with it for a while. As much as I love the lack of schedule, it’s surprising how difficult it is for me to just let it all flow. Vacation!!
Good, good quote that’s been on my mind this week:
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;
-Theodore Roosevelt (as quoted in Brene Brown’s Daring Greatly)
This is on my mind as I try to teach my children that mocking people and constantly picking them apart does not make them cooler. It’s proving to be a hard lesson to teach. Any suggestions?