Man of Peace?

M came home from school last week wearing a “Peace Begins with Me!” medallion.   When I asked her about it, she said it was for Martin Luther King day, because “Martin Luther King was a man of peace!”

Then she sang a little song to the tune of Mary Had  a Little Lamb:

“Dr. King once dreamed of peace,  dreamed of peace, dreamed of peace.  Dr.  King once dreamed of peace, sweet peace for you and me

Living free in har-mo-ny, har-mo-ny, har-mo-ny,  living free in har-mo-ny, we thank you Dr. King!”

While I apprecate that there are not a lot of catchy songs with the worlds “Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.” in them, this song strikes me as kind of …. weird.  Not to mention inaccurate.

I grilled M on what exactly they had learned about MKL at school and her response was something like  “Well, I think there was a war and Dr. King wanted peace.  So he worked for peace and now the war is over.”

Huh?

Not one mention of racism, poverty,  slavery or protest anywhere to be seen.

Now, I will give the school a little credit for trying.  Even this cryptic celebration of MLK and MLK day is more than I ever had in school.  (As a matter of fact, I don’t know that I ever managed to even get as far as the civil war and certainly NEVER did we study anything after 1900 in my history classes.  But pilgrims, I could tell you all about the pilgrims!)   But why bother talking about MLK day if you aren’t going to talk about the real issues?  How can you talk about MLK without talking about the history of racism and race relations in the US?

Dr. Martin Luther King was not a man of peace.

He was a man of conscience.  He was a man who fought for what he believed in.  He was a man who believed in equality and dignity.   He was a man who protested.  Certainly he believed in nonviolent protest, but this was a man who was at war.  He (and his colleges) fought long and hard for justice and equality for people of color and the poor.

I think it does a disservice to our children to boil such an important person and moment in history down to a pat little song  or catchy words like “man of peace”.

So this weekend, we have been talking to M about Martin Luther King Jr. and his place in history.  We have been talking about race relations then and now.  We are talking about this moment in history when a man who has ancestors from Africa and from Europe is going to be the president of our country.

Already, M understands more than I knew about these topics at twice her age.  Hopefully, if we keep talking honestly with them,  our children will come to know that we are not “at peace”.   I want them to know  we all have to keep fighting Dr. King’s fight.

Many of the ugly pages of American history have been obscured and forgotten.  A society is always eager to cover misdeeds with a cloak of forgetfulness, but no society can fully repress an ugly past when the ravages persist into the present. America owes a debt of justice which it has only begun to pay. If it loses the will to finish or slackens in its determination, history will recall its crimes and the country that would be great will lack the most element of greatness — justice.

- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.   Where Do We Go from Here : Chaos or Community

busy day

The girls spent last night at my mom and dad’s.   They will probably be there until late afternoon.  Mr. A is driving up north to visit his sister.  He won’t be home until early evening.

So what will I be doing on this glorious day all alone by myself?

php6bvimmamI really like the satisfaction of crossing something off a to do list.  This is just my starter list.  I think I will probably fill this chalk board at least two more times if I get as much done as I would like.

We (I) need to get the entire house clean from top to bottom by next Sunday for Chinese New Year.   Since the hooligans are like tiny tornados creating a path of home destruction behind them, it is hard to really get things clean whith them in the house.  I am going to be busy today.

The Box

It is cold here.  Damn cold.  -28 below zero with the windchill.   We are pretty much housebound for the day.

M and L were both acting crazy.  I think they have cabin fever combined with a lack of exercise.  M was grumping around complaining that everyone picks on her.  L was yelling for snacks ever 10 minutes.  My own grip on my sanity was slipping.

Then, a stroke of parenting genius* hit me.

I remembered we had a couple huge boxes in the garage left over from the gigantic bean bags my mom gave the girls for christmas.   I brought one in the house, cut a window in it and now the girls are going to town decorating their cardboard house.   So far, the box has provided at least 20 minutes of peace.

I am hoping it will keep then entertained until lunch time.

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*Ok, ok, maybe it isn’t genius exactly, but I am not at all crafty and these kinds of activities do not occur to me often.

Sunshiney Day

God, I should just give in to it and become a spokesman for the freaking magic light.   Poor Mr. A dragged my tired, groggy butt out of bed at 7:15, then I sat in front of the light for 9 minutes at 40% power.

Now it seems like the whole world is a little shinier and brighter.  I feel almost PLEASANT and awake  and it is only 8:30.  If you knew me in person, you would know that I usually don’t start feeling functional until around 10:00.

In the interest of full disclosure, the fact that M’s school is NOT cancelled and it is a freezing but beautiful crisp sunshiney day outside probably helps a little too.  No matter what the reason, I will take it.  It is a huge improvement over the grouchy of yesterday.

into the darkness

I kind of forgot to use my magic light for the past week.  For the first few days, it was no problem.  Then, gradually, I started falling asleep later and later.   Last night, I went to bed at 1:oo am and probably didn’t fall asleep until closer to 2:00.   Needless to say, today I was CRABBY.  Most of the day, I could feel my face all scrunched up and grouchy.

(While I am not depressed in the winter, I am grouchy and more worried than is truly necessary.  I can tell I need a little light.)

Odds are good that M’s school is going to be cancelled tomorrowdue to snow.  AND she doesn’t have school until Tuesday.  I don’t know what is up with our suburban school and the ridiculous number of half days and long weekends, but a 4 or 5 day weekend right on the tail of Christmas break is a little ridiculous.

Mr. A has instructions to wake me tomorrow at 7:15 so I can dose myself with the magic light.  (In my light deprived state, I want to sleep until 9 or 10.)   Hopefully, with the help of the light, we can have a lovely start to our LONG weekend together.

If not, I don’t know if we will all survive!