It’s March. The time for spring flowers and light cardigans and wooded hikes by babbling streams. [nudge nudge ATL] It is also time to start thinking about what we’re doing regarding preschool as application deadlines and lottery pools loom in the near future. As I’ve written about before, this is not an easy decision for me. On the table is home schooling, private Montessori school, or good old fashioned bursting-at-the-seams-with-kids, public school. In the interest of exploring all options fairly we’re going on some tours next week to check out what is out there and then we’ll sit down and discuss what we will do. I anticipate lots of angst, some of which may or may not [but most likely, may] end up on this blog. This whole kid-raising thing- each time you think you’ve figured it out, new changes and curves appear from out of nowhere and you learn you’re a novice all over again. Still, somehow or other, we’ll figure it out. And insh’Allah no matter what we decide, it will be okay.
In between researching educational philosophies, schools, and writing-writing-writing I’ve been finding some cool and interesting things I want to pass on, in my [sort of] weekly Friday round up, so without further ado:
The Staying at Home Stuff. This emotional post by a husband about his wife staying home and the perceptions that come with it really resonated with me but this one, where a mother discusses how the question what do you do all day? affects her, has haunted me ever since I read it. Most specifically:
I actually get a lot of stuff done during the day, but very little of it is visible to my husband. In fact, to the untrained eye, it looks like nothing happens at all around here. When he leaves in the morning, I’m in my pajamas and the kitchen’s a mess. When he comes home at night, I’m in my pajamas and the kitchen’s a mess...
The stay-at-home mom’s job is pretty much just getting things back to zero. Getting the fridge and the stomachs back to full, getting the beds back to made, getting the dishes back to clean. Getting the children up and out and then home and back in bed. They awake imperceptibly bigger and further along the path towards moving out. And then moving back in again. It’s a loop.
Yes. This. I have confessed that I’m at peace with the way things are in my state-of-the-house address a few months earlier, but I must admit it’s nice to know it’s not just me.
The state of being a hyphenated American. When my eldest was little I pondered the question: When does the hyphenation end? How many generations embedded must one be to be American, full stop? In the newly launched, Story and Chai, I was deeply moved by the Q&A with author Marjan Kamali where she discusses both her beautiful novel and just this aspect of American-hood unique to those outside the majority culture:
She knew how to swing her legs on that hyphen that defined and denied who she was: Iranian-American. Neither the first word nor the second really belonged to her. Her place was on the hyphen, and on the hyphen she would stay… On the hyphen she would sit and on the hyphen she would stand and soon, like a seasoned acrobat, she would balance there perfectly, never falling, never choosing either side over the other, content with walking that thin line.
The discussions of our place as Muslims in this world. I shared earlier this week about a twitter-party hosted by Sabina of Muslimah Montage and the results were incredible with the hashtag #EmpoweredMuslimWomen trending both in the United States and Worldwide and it got a great mention in buzzfeed. If you’re interested in what sort of things are discussed at tweet-parties [and a peek at some of the comments of the haters] check this out. I am thankful to have friends of varied faiths, but I long for an inclusive open-minded supportive Muslim community. Since I don’t have this, I’m thankful I can at least supplement the conversations I long for over coffee, in this way instead.
The app I really love and must share with you. I signed up for GrooveBook a month ago, and though I shared this on facebook I wanted to make sure to spread the love because while initially thought it was too good to be true, it is in fact true: For 2.99/month [including shipping!] you’ll get a up to 100 photos from your smartphone in one neatly bound book! The pages are all perforated so if you want to pull one out to frame or share, it’s simple, and since I have thousands of pictures on my phone I’m going to be using this for a long time. I also love sitting with the kids and going through the photos because as fun as clicking over photos online can be, nothing can beat the tangible feel of memory.
Writing, Researching, and endlessly cleaning the same cheerio off the floor: That’s my Friday Round up in a nutshell. Hope you’re having a great Friday!