Sunday, 29 March 2009

Spare the Rod..?



I was browsing the news sites this morning, when this article in the Courier Mail jumped out at me. I'm so upset by this, I'm not even sure where to start.



Teachers given cane go-ahead at Bundaberg Christian College
By Ainsley Pavey
March 29, 2009 12:00am

THE cane is still being wielded at some Queensland schools where parents sign legal waivers to give teachers the power to hit their children.

The corporal punishment option is offered at some of the state's fastest-growing independent schools as part of their strict behaviour management strategies. Religious beliefs are used to justify discipline at some schools.

With more than 55,000 suspensions handed out at state schools last financial year - a jump of more than 20 per cent in two years - Independent Schools Queensland has reported growing support for private schools catering for the "disengaged and at-risk" school sector.

Bundaberg Christian College principal Mark Bensley said corporal punishment had become a drawcard for some parents because of a "lack of boundaries" at other schools.

"A growing number of parents come to our school and say the school got their attention because it uses the paddle," Mr Bensley said.

"If they choose to not sign it (the waiver), they are not refused enrolment. But a very significant majority of parents sign because they like that we understand the need for boundaries, fairness and consistency."

Mr Bensley said the plastic paddle - shaped like a table-tennis bat - was a "last resort" when suspensions, detentions and warnings had failed.

The school, which has 600 students in Prep to Year 12, gave the paddle 10 times last year and seven times in 2007, he said.

"I would never use the paddle unless we have spoken to both parents and have their blessing for it to be used," Mr Bensley said.

"It is always administered in a loving way. In fact, we pray with them afterwards."

Corporal punishment was banned in state schools in 1995 by a decision of Cabinet but was not written into law. Parents, teachers or guardians are allowed to use "reasonable force" in disciplining children.

The 109-year-old law was applied in a case involving a Gold Coast high school teacher last year who was acquitted on an assault charge after he admitted slapping a Year 8 student.

But State Attorney-General Cameron Dick warned that Section 208 of the law that relates to the matter was "by no means a carte blanche authority for teachers to use physical force to manage students".

Colin Krueger, principal of Mueller College at Rothwell on Brisbane's northern outskirts, said the school used the cane at the request of parents.

Parents are asked to sign a consent form as part of enrolment which gives teachers the power to use "firm but fair" discipline "administered in a spirit of love according to Proverbs 13.24, 22:6 and 22:15", which promote the "rod of discipline" to "correct the foolishness raging in every child".

Mr Krueger, principal of the school for 19 years, said using the cane on a child "depended on the circumstances".

"If kids are persistent and we have tried every other avenue, it will be administered if parents request it. We haven't used it for a couple of years," he said.

"I've had many kids come back to me and say 'Thank you for giving me the cane'."

After the interview with Mr Krueger, the school's board of directors contacted The Sunday Mail and said the cane had been banned at the school because of "negative publicity" but declined to say when the decision had been made.

Caloundra Christian College also has a strict disciplinary policy. What the school calls "corporal correction" is followed by a time of "restoration and prayer".

ISQ acting executive director David Robertson said behaviour management policies were a matter for schools.

"Discipline policies are developed by schools in consultation with their parent communities," he said.

Several parents of students at Mueller College told The Sunday Mail they supported the school's discipline policy.

"The school does do a good job. Problems are quickly sorted out," parent Julie Wilden said. "We had it (the cane) when we were kids at school and it never hurt us."

Spokesmen for Catholic Education and Brisbane Anglican Schools said corporal punishment was banned at their schools.



I'm stunned. Is it just me? The thought of anyone laying a hand on my sons, let alone an object literally makes me feel panic. It fills me with such outrage, and I simply can't fathom any parent actively seeking this out.


What do you think? Am I too soft? Do you think there is cause to bring back corporal punishment in schools? Do you think that the lack thereof has been the cause of the (because there is little denying it) downwood spiral in the behaviour of school students?

I think what gets me most is the whole "It's done in a loving way. We even pray afterwards" crap that they spout. Now I'm religious. I believe in God and the Bible. I know the scriptures from which they take their 'justification'. And while I"m not adamantly opposed to a parent smacking a child (we have used it on ours when they have done something dangerous, especially when they are too young to 'reason' with). But to link this behaviour to God, to religion? To me, this is despicable, and the worst kind of hypocracy.

What do you think? Would you seek out a school that uses corporal punishment? Would you object if they tried to introduce it? What would convince you to sign the waivers?

Saturday, 28 March 2009

How to spend a Saturday

One of my all time favourite songs in the background (well, albums really, am listening to his greatest hits, but this is my favourite).




Check.

Meat sauce for the lasage simmering away in the kitchen all afternoon, getting richer by the hour.



Check.

Macaroni and Cheese (for the boys), Cheesy Garlic Bread and Risotto Milanese (probably, haven't started it yet) all good to go.



Check.

Salad Good to go. Tam's Lamb Hotpot. Sorted. Melissa's Trifle and Cheese Platters Sorted.

Check and Check.

My husband singing along to James Taylor and cleaning all of my Glass sliding doors and windows.

Check.

And moppping my floors. Bless him!

Check.

Sam in the highchair next to me, clapping his hands to the music and insisting on sharing his sandwhich with me (eww).

Check.

Alexander has just spotted me through the glass doors (you know, now that you can see through them), and has broken into an enormous grin and blown me a kiss.
Feel warm and fuzzy and return his grin with a ridiculous one of my own.

Check.

A couple of bottles of Red ready to open.



Check.


Ready for the entire family to come over for dinner tonight.

Check.

The breeze has been glorious today, and the company even more so. Just enough rain to cool everything down, but not so much that we don't want to go right back outside. Which is where both of my boys are right now. I feel stable, almost happy even, and am looking forward to entertaining, it's been a while.
'Tis a good day. :)

Hope you're all having one too, my friends. Think I'll go make brownies.

Friday, 27 March 2009

Cheaper than Therapy






So this time last week was almost the worst state I've been in since that first month after Sam was born. I wanted to die, and I couldn't see a way out.

In the past couple of days, I've discovered a few things that can be quite healing, soothing my soul with memories of my childhood, and dreams from my past.

I present you with a temporary cure..




First, and probably most importantly. I've gone to bed early (really early) every night this week. I'm exhausted. I don't know if the depression is making me tired, or the fatigue is making me depressed, but I feel like I'm wading through knee deep mud all of the time, and my head is fuzzy. I think there are going to be weeks more of this, just to come close to catching up a little. I'm stealing every chance I can get to sleep.

A couple of special days with my boys. I spent all of Wednesday morning at school with Alexander, doing readers with his class. I love being there in the classroom. I'm proud to say most of the kids in his class (the ones I knew from last year) love me, and are very affectionate. It was a wonderful couple of hours, and Alexanders eyes simply shone as he told me how much he loved having me there. :) Excellent therapy.


The next day I took my beautiful baby boy to my Sister-in-law's (Tammy) for what has become our weekly playdate. My two sisters in law (Tam and Melissa), my best friend Jo (and from next week, another sister in law, Arlene) all get together over Beesting Cake and coffee and watch the babies play. It's a nice chance to catch up, sugar up and gush over these adorable little people.






(Excuse the dummy. He's cutting molars. It's this or a perfect set of teethmarks on my arm).






Though I can't pretend this didn't help..




But the surprise?

All week long I've been thinking about Madeline, and the books I'd read to her. And it took me back to what was probably my favourite childhood book. And I'm so, so sad that I don't have my original copy. (Though I did find this great site, so I could read it on line..) But, I got myself a copy of the movie (and I will say that I believe this to be one of the *very* few movies that actually lived up to the book).

Let me take you back, my friends...




I used to think if anyone was every going to get away with calling me something like "Carrots", it'd better be Gilbert Blythe.





Oh, didn't you just love Matthew at this moment? The sleeves!


Did you have a Lake of Shining Waters when you were a girl? Sounds so much better than "Barry's Pond", or "The Creek" in my case.



It's amazing what a little bit of whimsy can do for the soul. I'm wallowing in it, letting it seep into me, under my skin. Feel it's gentle pulse caress my jitters away.

It's a start.






Been doing the rounds, thought I'd sit down with my boy and see what he says (he and I are home sick today. Feeling a bit sorry for ourselves..though he made an amazing recovery after some chocolate!)

His answers are in bold.

1. What is something mum always says to you?
"I love you"

2. What makes mum happy?

"Me!"

3. What makes mum sad?
When I'm naughty.


4. How does your mum make you laugh?
Silly voices and tickling.

5. What did your mum like to do as a child?
I didn't see you be little? reading maybe?


6. How old is your mum?

I don't know. (33 - By the way. You should have seen his reaction when he saw me type 33!!!! I think he's horrified. ;) )

7. How tall is your mum?
Tall. (I'm barely 5ft3)



8. What is her favourite thing to watch on TV?
Two and a half Men (Well, WW is my favourite, but I have to confess, every evening at 7pm, he and I cuddle up on the couch and watch this together. THis is our snuggle time).

9. What does your mum do when you're not around?
Miss me.

10. If your mum becomes famous, what will it be for?
what's famous?

11. What is your mum really good at?
Good at snuggling. And making cookies.

Ok, what else is mum good at?

Good at being a mummy (he says with his arms wrapped around me! Sigh..)

12. What is your mum not very good at?
bouncing on the tramoline. (Err..the black eyes I'd receieve as a result may have something to do with this, my friends..)

13. What does your mum do for her job?

working on computers and making discos


14. What is your mum's favorite food?
Water and coffee

15. What makes you proud of your mum?

smiling and hugging

16. If your mum were a cartoon character, who would she be?
a mummy

17. What do you and your mom do together?
snuggle. Read. Go to the library. Make cookies. Have cappuccinos.

18. How are you and your mum the same?
OUr faces. We have a same smile and nose.We also, sadly have the same (horrible) eyebrows. Good thing he's male, otherwise they'd cost him quite a lot of money.

19. How are you and your mum different?
My eyes are brown and mummy and Sam have blue.

20. How do you know your mum loves you?
smiling and kissing and telling me and sam. And butterfly kisses and snuggling.

21. What does your mum like most about your dad?
He goes to work. He cuddles us.

22. Where is your mum's favourite place to go?
The library with chai coffee

Can I have my smarties now????


Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Mary, Mary, quite Contrary....



I was going to give it a miss this year, as my last attempt was a pretty dismal failure (which I'll own was completely due to a lack of preparation before we threw ourselves into it), but it just seems so wasteful, if you know what I mean.



So, am wondering, is it too late in the year to be thinking about a vege plot? Bearing in mind that I'm in a rental, with a very, very awkward (read steeply sloped) garden of sorts, and I'd rather do something completely raised, even pots or something to that effect.

What would you do? What would you plant? What should I do first, to prepare? I'm in Brisbane, so it's pretty warm.

What type of food does one grow in Autumn? See, totally clueless. Is there an idiot's guide to this?




I realise, of course, that this is all very general. So for those of you that have your own gardens, small or large, what do you grow? Where do you live? And how did you get prepared first?



Edited to add: OMG. There really is!


Monday, 23 March 2009

However,

I do want to keep my Monday Morning Chuckle happening. I know these made me laugh when I first saw them....





Anyone else looking forward to the movie later this year?






Would you think less of me if I told you I can totally see it? Anybody else drooling with me?







This is what I'm saying..they're freaking creepy!!

Struggling a little


Still here, but having a little trouble. Every day I tell myself I have to sit down and write/blog. I can't summon the energy.

A week and a half ago, I had an odd day. Nothing happened, but I commented to Joel that I felt kind of..detatched, disassociated even. I was driving the boys to school/daycare and they were doing what we do every morning. They were singing and 'dancing' in their seats. Music was up loud, they were holding hands and trying to 'sing' between racous bouts of laughter.

We do this everymorning (Alexander's latest song of the moment is "Awful Love" (All for Love, Sting, Rod Stewart and Bryan Adams) and he belts it out with frightening furvor.

It usually makes me laugh, it's a way we all get to be silly and have a lovely, happy start to our day. Always, we each start our day smiling, it's so lovely to do. Except that day I was watching the boys in the mirror, and they were adorable, I felt nothing. Like I was not in the scene, like I was watching from somewhere else.

I feel like I'm surrounded by a haze. Everything sounds far away and feels unreachable. The following days were inexplicably dark...a black cloud intersperced with swirls of violent red. It has settled, in the past day or two to a dark grey, just a feelign of nothing. It's heavy and unbearably empty.

I have no idea what's going on. I'm unwell again, physically, I mean, and feel like something's brewing. I'm functioning, barely. Have already successfully raised a couple of thousand for the school in the past two weeks, made it to church, baked, cleaned my house, made love to my husband, played with my boys even more than usual.

THis isn't even me 'faking' it. I don't feel nearly connected enough to call it that, I don't feel controlled enough to make that choice or effort.

No idea. Sorry. Not even sure what this is for. I'm still here. I'm working through it. Maybe I just needed to connect to something, say Hello.

Friday, 20 March 2009

I have a crush..

Ok. I hate rap. With like, the heat of a thousand suns. But this guy...kinda cool.

Enjoy.

Monday, 16 March 2009

A Prayer for the Stressed..



So, we all need a giggle sometimes, and what better time than Monday morning? This little gem has done the rounds of the P&C this morning, all of us needing it after the weekend we had.

A Prayer for the stressed.

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
The Courage to change the things I cannot accept, and the
wisdon to hide the bodies of those I had to kill today because they pissed me off.

Also help me to be careful of the toes I stepped on today as
they may be connected to the asses I have to kiss tomorrow.

Help me always give 100% at work...
12% on Mondays, 23% on Tuesdays, 40% on Wednesdays, 20% on Thursdays and 5% on Fridays.

Help me to remember when I'm having a bad day and people are trying to piss me off that it takes 42 muscles to frown, and just four to extend my middle finger and tell them to bite me.

Thursday, 12 March 2009

Making Memories




I was looking at my bookshelf this morning, after conversations with a friend yesterday. We were talking about how our mothers treated us when we were kids, and we were home from school sick. Were they the strict "Stay in bed and don't move" type, the mollycoddling, breakfast in bed and move the TV into your room type? Mine was a mixture. She was a firm believer in the importance of school, and you didn't stay home unless you were really, really sick (a Temp over 38 or vomiting were general guides). Between 9 and 3, you stayed in your bed.

Seems strict, but I remember she always bought me a new book. I was looking and touching some of them today. My Hardcover, beautiful Black Beauty. It was a deep red, embossed with the most amazing images. The artwork incredible. My collection of 4 books (Alice in Wonderland, Little Women, Heidi and Grimms Fairy Stories) when I had Glandular Fever. The Anne of Green Gables from when I had food poisoning. What Katy Did series from meningitis. Still there, proudly standing next to my copy of Pride and Prejudice, Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less and Persuasion. My comfort books I have to reed a couple of times a year.

My fingers lovingly trace their spines, and I remember the moments my mother placed them, all brand new, into my eager hands. I remember laying in bed, sick, but drawn into those priceless, unforgettable worlds. These are books that changed me. These are memories that form part of who I am. These are connections, equisitely precious, to my beloved mother. And I look at these books, and am so grateful I still have them, and heartbroken at those I do not.

And I want to create those memories. And not just with my sons. I have nieces, and as the family's resident 'reader', it is my privelege to create some of those connections with these beautiful girls.






I got to have snuggles with my sweet Madeline today. We sat on the rocking chair, she and I (while Tam dealt with my boys trashing her house) and chatted for a while. I read Jemima Puddleduck to her, and her beautiful eyes lit up, travelling from the beautiful pages to her doting Aunty Lissa.

It was a lovely moment, and one I look forward to repeating soon. My boys, (though Alexander is a reader now, like I, with now over 200 books!!) HATED sitting on our laps to read at that age (Madeline is not quite 6 months). It's so lovely to see her obvious delight.

Oh, the books I'm going to buy for this girl! The stories we will read together!


My mama told me, there'd be days like this.


Van Morrison neglected to mention days like Tuesday. If he had, perhaps I'd have stayed in bed and I'd still be able to feel the fingers on my right hand.

You know you're having a bad day when.

You back out of your (Very steep) driveway and hear a thud. You turn around to see what you hit, but don't see anything. It's pouring with rain, you're almost 20 minutes late (I am never late. For anything. Enough to set my mood afoul). Hesitantly back up again. Hear a scraping noise. Some idiot put the Council bin where it ought not have been. On my driveway. Inspect damage. A graze along the back bumper. It looks pretty bad, but it'll be ok with a cut and polish. Crap.

Drop Sam off at Jo's house, plan to be back at 11 to get him, then take her kids so she can duck off to the Dr. All ok. Just have to do some work (fundraising) at the school, should make it with time to spare. Don't plan on being there too long today, have a thumping headache and have spent faaaar too many hours at school this past month.

Walk down to tuckshop to see P&C Scretary, Treasurer and the tuckshop convenor. All good friends of mine, and we're working together on a couple of things we have on the burners at the moment. Girls mention that the AGM meeting notice still hasn't been taken down from the noticeboard. I have a set of keys, so offer to go do it.

Idiot.

I put the key in and remember thinking Wow, this board is getting a little worse for the wear. Looks like the wood is starting to rot. Might talk to Scott (The school Groundsman) about it.

I had not, in fact, even finished that thought, when the entire front section of the noticeboard (double glazed glass plates, each too heavy to be carried by one) came crashing down, on top of me.

Not good. I caught most of the impact on my right shoulder and wrist, I guess. The glass, somehow, didn't break. I lay underneath these enormous pieces of glass and tried to work out what the hell had happened.

Anyway. Got it cleaned up. Took everything down from the board and threw all of the posters and rusted tacks in the bins.

Made my way to do some photocopying (just love having to run off a thousand notices to be distributed ASAP) and getting nothing but attitude from the teachesr in the library. Found myself strangely close to tears, and could not stop shaking.

Two hours later, it's time to go get Sam. Head back to the girls and dig in my bag for my car keys. My only set of car keys (and, for that matter, house keys and the only set of P&C keys). Nothing.

Searched the tuckshop. Searched the library. Searched the car park. Not there. I know I had it when I opened the noticeboard, because those keys are on the same keyring.

Searched the office, searched the staff room. Searched the P&C Office. Searched OSHC.

Nothing still. Starting to worry. Call Jo. Might be a few minutes late. Everyone somehow(?) finding it amusing that my ONLY car keys are missing, and I'm late to get my son.

Two hours later, with my by this stage in a swirl of panic, anger, embarrassment and desperately trying not to cry, found them. At the bottom of the big recycling bin at the front of the school. Where we'd thrown the pieces from the noticeboard.

Got Sam, dealt with my own babysitting duties. Joel called as I was driving and for some reason, I started to cry. And couldn't stop. I cried as though some unspeakable tragedy had befallen me, and found myself simply unable to get a hold of myself. I had to pull the car over as I sobbed into the phone, my understandably concerned husband called his boss and told them he was on his way home.

I got home at 2, (3 hours later than I'd told my houseguest I'd be home). I had no sooner walked through the door when the phone rang. It was the school. Apparently they'd practically had to draw straws to see who got stuck with making my day worse and telling me Alexander had had an accident (there are reasons one should not run in a school library. One might get pushed into a huge projector screen and one might get a nasty gash above one's eye. One might have found it worth it for all of the cuddles and the ice cream one got on the way home. Hmmf. Noone got me icecream!). own. He's put his back out, so between us all, it's not pretty. ;)

Then, as Joel was taking good care of me, he picked up Sam, and let out a cry of his
So. Here's the moral of the story. Don't join the P&C. If you do, don't be an exec. And if you do, don't for the love of all things holy, let them give you the keys to the noticeboard.

Sunday, 8 March 2009

A Quick Hello




Happy International Women's Day.

I hope you're all having a wonderful day, and that there was a moment to stop and reflect on the women in your life, and the impact they've had. I know I did.

Thursday, 5 March 2009

Madeline and I

What the Hell is happening to my blog?

Can you see any posts? I can see my header and my sidebars. But nothing else?

What have I done????

For all of us.




"..there is no tool for development more effective than the empowerment of women and girls".


Kofi Annan





Sunday, March 8th is International Woman's Day.




I blogged about it last year, and it's coming around again this year.

The theme this year is Women and men united to end violence against women and girls. As my regulars would know, this is something that is so dear to my heart, so important to me that I've blogged about it time and again.

There are few things in this world that upset me as much as violence against women. The treatment of women makes my blood boil, it breaks my heart.



The following from their website:

1 PETITION





10 DEMANDS

By supporting the Statement of Demands attached you will be asking the Government and societies, both at home and internationally:
To acknowledge the continued discrimination faced by all women, the additional discrimination faced by Black women and women from other minority groups, and reflect this in all public policy in the UK and internationally
For the adoption of a broad definition of violence against women, which makes the links between domestic abuse, rape and commercial sexual exploitation


To pledge support and resources to the women’s not-for-profit sector which is at the forefront of supporting survivors of discrimination, abuse and violence. Women’s services are essential to a woman’s healing and empowerment.

To support the demands of the End Violence Against Women Coalition (EVWC) and End Child Prostitution, Child Pornography and Trafficking of Children for Sexual Purposes International Forum (ECPAT) for the protection of children and to adopt a cross government strategy addressing all forms of violence against women.

To abolish the ‘no recourse’ requirement for abused women who have insecure immigration status.

For all trafficked women and children to have a guaranteed minimum reflection period, specialist support and medical assistance, specialist safe houses for child and adult victims of trafficking and the right to a temporary residence permit if deemed at risk.

To commit to changing public attitudes and behavior towards women and girls through education initiatives and public awareness campaigns as set out by school programs such as Womankind Worldwide initiatives.

To hold the media accountable for the continued misrepresentation, misappropriation and abuse of the female body throughout all forms of media.

To recognise that global war and conflict perpetuates violence against women and to stop all wars now. Three out of four fatalities of war are women and children.

For International Women’s Day to become a National Bank Holiday in the UK and Ireland in recognition of and to celebrate women’s achievements


I believe the key to stopping violence against women is to start at the bottom, the beginning. To teach our children, boys and girls, about equality. That girls are just as smart as boys, just as strong as boys, just as worthy. That a girl's education is just as important as that of her brother, and that she can, with that education, accomplish anything she wants to.

Perhaps thinking of it in economic terms will help more leaders take note.
Two-thirds of the world's uneducated children are girls, and two-thirds of the world's illiterate adults are women.

From the IWD site:

There is widespread global agreement that the education of girls is one of the most important investments that any developing country can make in its own future. Numerous studies have also demonstrated that educating women and girls is the single most effective strategy to ensure the well-being and health of children, and the long-term success of developing economies.

Education has a powerful impact on women's productivity. Educated women are more productive in their role as caregivers in the home. Girls with more education grow up to be women who have fewer and healthier babies, make more informed choices about caring for their families and become more skilled workers.

In the long term, almost every other aspect of progress, from nutrition to family planning, from child health to women's rights, is profoundly affected by whether or not a nation educates its girls.




Some terrible statistics. I blogged about them last year. Sadly they are still current. (Taken from Womankind Worldwide)




Too many women are still being raped. Too many are being displaced by war and conflict. Far too few women are allowed to choose who they marry. Far too many of our girls are being murdered in so called "honour killings", for 'crimes' such as being raped, or talking to a man.

This is one of the hardest videos I've ever watched, but it's powerful. Possibly don't watch with the children around, but at some point, please, watch it. (Disclaimer: You won't see any violence etc. It's implied, but not shown).

From the International Campaign Against Honour Killings Website.


Too many of our girls are still being sold into slavery and prostitution. Far too few of our girls are being educated. Far too many little, tiny girls are being held down and mutilated.

I was outraged to read this this just last month. I'm afraid that it is going to stop more journalists from talking about this issue. It is going to stop women feeling empowered to stand up to the perpetrators of this horrific practice.

Some other sites for you to consider.

Sisterhood is Global.
Vital Voices.
Amazing Women's Club.
Writes like she talks.
About.com - Women's History Month - Check out their Top 100 women, learn about some of the amazing women who have come before us.
Take a look at the World Bank Group's Gender Action Plan

Finally. I urge you to blog this. Talk about International Women's Day on your own blog. Ask your readers to do the same. There are 3 days to go before IWD. Lets get as many of us talking about it, raising awareness for women's issues, and paying tribute to the Sisterhood, and the amazing women that we are. Lets keep this tradition alive, for the sake of our sisters and more importantly, for our daughters.





Happy Women's Day, my friends.



Me, with the most influential woman in my life. Show me yours.







Still I Rise


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

























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Sunday, 1 March 2009

Ennui


My 6 year old is depressed. I'm talking completely bummed out.

The reason?

It's March. Apparently, the end of February and Summer is enough to make my child cry his little eyes out. He has himself completely worked up.

Sigh.

Through his tears: "But I need it to be February again. March is just not my favourite".

Wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that he counted down to February from September last year!!!!

Stepping Up







"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."

Margaret Mead





I stumbled upon a blog I really like a couple of months ago. She's an American mother living (I think) in D.C and contributes often to BlogHer and HuffPost (which is probably where I find her, I can't start my day without a HuffPo update). You know how I love to have a healthy political discussion (so hard to find in my family, and on certain websites I frequent).

Anyhoo, this post* of hers caught my eye yesterday, and I knew I just had to blog about it.





Did you know that every minute of every day, a woman dies in childbirth?

Seriously. Read that again. Around 529 000 women will die this year from pregnancy and childbirth related causes.

The complications of pregnancy and childbirth are a leading cause of death and disability among women of reproductive age in developing countries.

For every woman who dies, another 20 will suffer disability, illness or infection in pregnancy or childbirth. That's 10 million women a year.

But because the vast majority of these women are in poor countries, nobody wants to take any notice.

Let's take notice, my friends.

Joanne links us to an effort that has been launced in the U.S by the White Ribbon Alliance for Safe Motherhood and CARE - called Mothers Day Every Day.

Please, I urge you to visit these sites. Learn about what you can do to help our sisters around the world. We take for granted that when we fall pregnant, we will have access to doctors and midwives. That we will have access to prenatal healthcare. That when we go into labour, we will be supported by people qualified to assist us bring these precious babies into the world. That if things get hairy, there are doctors who can safely intervene.

Some more interesting articles for you.

Newsweek - Seven Ways to Save a Mother's Life.
I particularly like this article. I'm going to list the 7 steps listed.

1. Tell policymakers that women count. It's hard to solve a problem unless you can clearly define it. In many countries, including this one, statistics about maternal death and disability are often estimates because accurate numbers simply aren't available. For example, if a woman dies of excessive bleeding after giving birth, her cause of death may be listed as hemorrhaging and the connection to childbirth may not be noted. Improving data collection is a critical step in improving services.

2.Educate yourself. If you're pregnant, learn what you need to do to have a healthy pregnancy. That means understanding the importance of warning signs such as abdominal pain or bleeding. This comprehensive site from the National Institutes of Health is a good place to start.

3. Help educate other women. Look for women's health groups in your community that provide resources for pregnant women and back them by volunteering or contributing money. Some national organizations also focus on specific dangers during pregnancy. These include the Preeclampsia Foundation, the National High Risk Pregnancy Support Network, the HELLP Syndrome Society, and the March of Dimes.

4. Fight domestic violence. Pregnant women are at high risk for abuse. Support local domestic violence initiatives or volunteer at domestic violence shelters. To learn more, see this site from the NIH.

5. Go beyond borders. Learn what's happening to women in the rest of the world. Start with these sites: the United Nations Population Fund, the World Health Organization and Family Care International. If you want to help, the White Ribbon Alliance has a list of things you can do. To find out more about the situation in one African country, you can check out this report on Kenyan women from the Center for Reproductive Rights and the Federation of Women Lawyers.


6. Reach out to women in trouble. One of the most devastating complications of childbirth is obstetric fistula, a rupture usually caused by obstructed labor, unsafe abortion or female genital cutting (a traditional practice in some cultures). Often, the result is uncontrolled leakage of feces or urine and consequently, social ostracism. This is a problem that could be eliminated with good obstetric care. To learn more, see One by One, or the Campaign to End Fistula.

7. Become an advocate. Make sure health care for women and children is on the agenda in the presidential campaign by writing your representatives in Congress and attending town-hall meetings during the primary season. Write letters to the editor of your local newspaper asking for more coverage of maternal health issues in this country and around the world. With that kind of pressure, you can help millions of women around the world whose stories need to be told.

Clearly this is an American site, but some of these sites are also valid in Australia, and some of these steps can be taken here. Write to your local Representatives, write to your local newspaper. Blog about it. I'm a firm believer that this blogging revolution is going to (or already is beginning to) change the world. We can start a wave of our own, just by talking about things that really, really matter. And what, honestly, what could be more important than this?

Factsheet from WHO.

Childinfo.org

The Millenium Campaign - Goal 5 -Reduce by three quarters the maternal mortality rate.


Millions of women the world over do not have access to the same healthcare we do. There is nothing in the world more sacred than birthing the next generation. We carry and deliver our future, we all ought to be able to do this in safety.

The only way we can ever see this change is if we learn. And we speak. It is our responsibility to be the voices of those who need us. Speak up.