Fear is a powerful thing. It can consume. It can blind. It can paralyze. It can change everything.
Category: Where I Stand
***I am NOT a militant breastfeeding activist. If you know me well, you should know that.***
Breastfeeding is amazing. I am sure you are well aware of the health benefits for mother and baby: quicker return to pre-baby figure for most women, immunological boost for baby, relaxing hormones for mom, bonding, portability, etc. I won’t touch that because it’s something anyone can Google and find for themselves. I love breastfeeding for a whole ‘nother set of reasons.
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Today, my Facebook status update said that VBACs always make me a little excited and a little heartsick. I was asked why it made me feel both ways, and had some e-mails inquiries as well.
VBAC is so important to me, first of all. Anytime a mother desires something that may not be “the norm” or what is expected out of the majority, I already root for her for so many reasons. For one, it’s her right to choose. When we feel something is fundamentally right for us, it can be a challenge to continue that pursuit when everyone else around you is telling you that you are wrong. For another thing, if no one went against the grain, we would never learn. That new OB who just finished his residency would never get a chance to see what is possible from a mother, her body, and her baby is no one attempted a VBAC. What a sad skill set to lose to time…
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I wouldn't willingly let anyone else raise my babies. It's not that I think we're perfect parents, but we do the things we do because we think it is the best way to raise our children in our circumstances. I know many parents whom I think are doing a wonderful job, but I think their methods wouldn't be that great for my kids. I often ask for suggestions when I hit a brick wall or feel as though our current method(s) is/are not working, but for the most part, I believe DH and I are the best parents for Mega Man and T-Rex. There are many parents whom I admire for the creative disciplining techniques, patience, etc., but overall, I think Mega Man and T-Rex are not too bad off with DH and I as parents, though I am sure they will need extensive therapy after all our attempts to raise perfect children. *snicker* Having said that…
I will never understand. At 18, you're responsible enough to fight for your country and vote for your nation's leader, but not consume alcohol. Either raise the enlistment and voting age to 21, or lower them both to 18. How can you be deemed responsible enough to research the available candidates before voting for one, or responsible and mature enough to wield a fire arm in battle, but not responsible and mature enough to have a few drinks. Personally, I think all of those things should be reserved for 21 year olds. I DO think 18 is too young to vote or serve in the armed forces… Or that our nation's views and practices concerning alcohol are totally bass-ackwards and if we were more like the European nations, being able to drink at 18 wouldn't be too terrible. Some things I will just never understand.
America rocks because even when someone is caught with a smoking gun, they receieve a trial. The burden of proof rests not on the accused, but the party bringing the accusations to court (either the state or whoever was personally wronged, etc.). Even if an officer of the law walks in as you stab your husband in a jealous rage, you still get a chance to defend yourself. America kicks ass because you are not guilty until proven innocent, but vice versa.
In case you were wondering how I got to part 3 without part two… I offer you, the missing link!
Since this is the FOURTH time I have tried to post this, you get the not-so-great version, but the point remains the same.
I love American capitalism.
Part 3 – Freedom of Religion
Between the awesome comments on my last post, and an E-mail debate regarding immigration that took place in another group I am in, I came up with an awesome idea. As an appreciative American citizen, I’m going to spend the next week-ish blogging about why I love this country. I’ll start today.
A Life {Extra}Ordinary 