Who Would Have Thought…

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Who would have thought that we, as a nation would still be having such a hard time managing race relations some 50 years after the Civil Rights Movement. Didn’t we learn our lesson from the race riots of the 1960′s?  Didn’t we grow from the sins of our past?  If the recent events in Ferguson, Missouri are any indication,  no we haven’t.   Who would have thought the words to a song written in the early 1970′s would still be so relevant in a new millennium?

 

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Who would have thought that we could be so stupid? Click on the photo to read words penned so long ago, but still so poignant.

What’s Going On

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In 1971, singer and songwriter Marvin Gaye recorded the iconic song What’s Going On.  It became an anthem for a generation of people who were struggling through one of the most difficult times in American history.  Not only were African-Americans fighting for respect, but the country itself was in turmoil.  The United States was involved in the Vietnam Conflict, with internal opposition to the war growing daily. War protests and race riots were common.   Doesn’t sound much different from today, does it?  His words were so prolific and are still true today.

 

Marvin Gaye (1973) Photo Credit: Wikipedia.org

Marvin Gaye (1973)
Photo Credit: Wikipedia.org

WHAT’S GOING ON

Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today, yeah

Father, father
We don’t need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today

Picket lines and picket sign
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
Oh, what’s going on
What’s going
What’s going on
What’s going on

Right on, baby
Right on
Right on

Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we’re wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today

Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
Come on talk to me
So you can see
What’s going on
What’s going on
Tell me what’s going on
I’ll tell you ya, what’s going on

Right on, baby
Right on, baby
Right on, baby

Back to School Blues

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Well, it’s here. Back to school.  It’s the last week of summer vacation. I started to make plans to do something special  - maybe take the girls to the water park or out-of-town for a little get away.  However, I decided that I’d rather stay home.  For some unknown reason I am unusually sad to see them go back to school this year.  Is it just me or did this summer fly by too fast?   We have spent pretty much every day together for the entire summer and I’ve enjoyed almost every minute – even the bickering and fighting.  Trust me, no one is more surprised than I am at the way this is playing out.

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 This summer has been wonderful! We have cuddled and read stories.  We’ve baked cookies, watched movies and swam to our heart’s content.  There’s been snow-cones and fro-yo.  There’s been a lot of giggling (A LOT) and not just from them.  I think I’ve found my inner child…she wasn’t that lost.  I managed to see Spy Kids 1, 2, and 3 and found out that there is a  Spy Kids 4 on Netflix.  We saw Pippi Longstocking: The Family Musical as well as, Seussical, the Musical.  We all know a bit more about the difference between frogs and toads, thanks to the toad that hopped into the sink on our patio; and we found out that baby lizards can run really, really fast.  No need to go into details here, although I should probably apologize to the neighbors for the screaming that went on in my garage.

Thing 1 found a new ballet studio that she L.O.V.E.S. and spent the entire summer in a dance intensive.  Dancing 12 hours a week (shoved into 3 days) isn’t my idea of fun, but she has been on Cloud 9.

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Meanwhile, Thing 2 has found a new passion:  track.  She has discovered that she can run like the wind and she loves it!  However, she is till not giving up gymnastics or piano. Why should she?  After all, I’ve got nothing but time to drive her around, right?

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I’m going to miss them.  Even though I need t get back to my writing and Big Poppa is looking forward to our lunch dates again.  It will be nice to get back to a regular schedule and I guess it will be good for the girls to get back to their school friends.  I guess. On the other hand, I do not want to get back to the homework grind and the early wake-up calls.  No, I do not.  And making lunches – please anything but that!  What is it about making lunches that is so hard?  Maybe I need some new ideas.    Yes, I need lunch inspiration. Send me those recipes, please and thank you. I just never expected to feel this melancholy about going back to school.  I mean, the start of another year is supposed to be exciting.  New teachers, new supplies, new opportunities.  I’m supposed to feel invigorated and eager to get going, but really all I want to do is pop a bowl of popcorn, cuddle up in the bed with them and watch Sophia the First.  Is something wrong with me? I’ll tell you, the other day Thing 1 was talking to me about something – the subject is not important – and I turned around to look at her and she was older.  Her face had changed from looking babyish to a real live girl face.  He mannerisms have matured and the way she carries herself is different.  She’s growing up and I’m not ready.  They both are and I don’t like it at all.  Doggone it, I had more babies because I wasn’t ready for my older kids to grow up and leave.  How dare these two follow suit! I have to get a grip here…fast.

I’m going to spend this week slowly getting us prepared.  We will ease back into our earlier bedtime routine.  We will organize our clothes and look for some ideas for lunches.  I meant what I said earlier, please send me some suggestions.  We will make sure our shoes fit, since we’ve lived in flip-flops and dig out our back packs that we haven’t looked at since the last day of school.  There will be more hugs, more cuddles and more giggles.  I will remind myself that they are not going off to college, just a few hours a day at school.  It will get busy with my blog and writing again and all will be right with the world.  I hope.  This whole back to school blues is so new to me.

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I’ll be okay…right?  Are you looking forward to getting back to school?