Friday, May 02, 2003

Hello

My mama.My mama is the best mama in the world she is beautiful. And nice.
Shes my mommy. Soon it is gowing to be beltene and I'm glad I helped mama.And I love my mama

i love you mama )o( :><:

Thursday, May 01, 2003

It's May, it's May, the month of "yes you may"....

And, more importantly, it's Beltaine. The honest, passionate, whole-hearted celebration of life doing what it does best; living. It's so painfully, potently sad on such a joyous occassion we are sowing the seeds of grief and hatred among a people who've had many times their fair share. I can't help but wonder; how many women and children of another country are worth killing to save one American soldiers life? I mean, where is the metric for that? How can we justify killing women and children at a rate of nearly 100 to 1 for our own casualties. And please, don't give me the whole 'self defense' bit. The British, who are there with the American troops, are not having to gun them down, quite literally, by the dozen. If we are so hated that we have to kill about six people a day, not soldiers mind you, but just people, just to stay alive....

WHY DON'T WE JUST LEAVE?!? At what point does *shooting people* start being recognized as, perhaps, not completely helpful?

If our intentions were indeed noble we would turn it over to someone, anyone, else. We would foot a big chunk of the expense; I mean, we did blow the hell out of their country and kill thousands of their people, men, women and children, level their homes and destroy their infrastructure. However, we also must, obviously to anyone with a serious desire to see this result in a genuine and lasting peace, leave. Get out. Leave the reconstruction to someone else. We've been abject failures at nation building every single time we've ever tried. How many cultures do we need to bugger over before we realize this is a skill we may, perhaps, be lacking? To drive the point home, our interference and then complete lack of skill at trying to help undo the damage we did is the precise *reason* these people hate Americans to begin with. Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, all through the middle east we have a reputation for shafting their nations over without a single genuine clue as to how their culture works or what they want.

However, all that ranting aside.... the Pocket Shrub is doomed where re-election is concerned. You can fake all the polls you want; no other political group will call you on it because they all do it. But when it comes down to the actual voting... well, I guess I just have more faith in the human race than to do something so stupid as to put this diminutive nutcase in for a second term.
Happy Beltaine, everybody!

Beltaine is about Spring, and about the Mother giving life. It's about everything regrowing. I hope you all have a wonderful Beltaine. Just don't spend your entire Beltaine in the kitchen! If you do, then you don't have time for any of the other stuff, like dancing around the maypole with your baby sister, or going for a picnic in the woods. Or talking to the birdies. Taking time to thank the Mother. And just having fun!

I hope your Beltaine is full of sunshine and daisies!


This post needed to be seperate so as not to muddy things or taint this post with my own venom that I had to get out last time. Okay, here goes... I whipped this up for all of you:



We are not able to do our ritual and the like today, it will have to wait until Saturday as so many others have to do as well. But the kids and I spent most of today preparing what we could, parts of the feast mostly. Baking bread, preparing goodies, etc.

Personally, my little family has a great deal to be grateful for this year and I intend to spend every moment of Beltane being thankful for all that we have been given. This is my favorite holy day. I know I know. Most people love Yule, or Samhain. Not me, I am a Beltane gal through and through.

I hope that each of you enjoy your Beltane if you choose to celebrate it, and if you don't, I hope you enjoy the season be thee in the spring now as we are or winter. Isn't She beautiful? I don't know about you but my Mother has every reason to hate our race, yet She still provides us with such beauty that it will steal the breath from your lips. It is my hope for you that your bliss kick you in the pants and bubble the laughter from within you this day.


Okay, several strife free weeks. Back to the blog hmm? The war is over. But it isn't. Not by a long shot. The wmd's existed, they had proof. But they didn't. They did admit this past week that maybe, just maybe they blew certain aspects out of proportion to be able to run their dirty little war. They make me want to gag.

Truthfully, let's look at this from a parenting perspective, they LIED, thereby using that lie to enable the to STEAL something that is not rightfully theirs, in this case, a country. I think they need a time-out. No, seriously, they behave worse than children. They state publically things that if children said their parents would be dismayed at best. They spew hate and fear-monger and create nothing positive whatsoever and we are all supposed to swallow it. Did you take your bullshit pill today?

The statue being torn down? Touching yes? Beautiful and poignant and something we should remember like the destruction of the berlin wall right? Wrong. It was staged. Fake. No go. Only a few select people were invited to witness it, and the press filmed everything nice and tight to make it look like there were crowds of people. Take a peek at the arial photos... the square was nearly empty. A fake. Like the rest of it. Why is that a shock?

Okay now let's look at something else that is on my mind. If ShrubCo is reelected I may have to go on a rampage. Okay, so I am a hippy type and my rampages look more like little bunny foof oo run amok, but still. I know those polls are fake, they have to be because I live in a conservative place and everyone here thinks he is a dink, so where is he getting these supposedly high numbers? Bah. So as long as we all understand this: Reelecting the idiots that made this mess = bad. Not a tough concept so lets all make sure we are clear and together on it okay? At this point it looks something like this: ELECT ANYONE ELSE!!!!! Or to use American pop culture which seems to get through to people the best at a level they can grasp: Got brains? Don't vote with your head in the Bushes.



Thursday, April 03, 2003

I wonder, is there a place anymore for people who do not want to live in the cities, who do not want consummerism to rule their lives, who would really rather live as the pioneers did than as we do in this society right now? It seems that the only way to escape such things anymore is wealth. I read somewhere that though here in the US our GNP might be the highest in the world our actual standard of living was eclipsed by several other countries. What does that say?

When we measure our lives by wealth and consumerism, what are we doing not only to our planet but to future generations? Ah, all of the questions that have been asked a million times before I did, and will be asked a million more times after me. Do I have a solution? Only for my own family. I don't believe there is a global solution save that each person must ask themselves these questions and more and then act for themselves.

That seems to be asking a lot of this country these days. We are pummeled day and night by propaganda.

You know, I took the day off from the news, the propaganda, and the strife a couple of days ago... It felt good. I felt refreshed, my psyche began to recover. Yes, I do feel guilty, there are so many who CAN'T 'take a day off' from it. It is hitting their homes, neighbors, and streets. But as I said, you can only ever really control yourself. So for me, I took a day off from it. If you haven't done so already, I really think you should. So much strife, fear, and negativity is not healthy for you and all of your worry and pain is NOT helping those people. The war will not suddenly take a different turn if your vigilance relaxes. It will still be there when you get back.

So please, this weekend, plan a walk outside, maybe a drive up to the woods... and when you get in the car, play a CD so you won't be interrupted in your musing by "breaking news". Take some paper and write your thoughts, or a blanket and just lay under the trees. Feel the breeze on your skin, say you silent "thank-you's" if you feel so moved, and let it all go.

Me... I plan on grabbing a couple of flutes (I play the Native American Flute), my kids, and my beloved and taking another couple of days off from anything but love, life, and the scent of the coming spring. And when I have de-stressed a bit, I'll play a mourning song for them, and for us all.

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Ah, only a Monday could have sucked all the joy and energy out of so gorgeous a sunrise as there was yesterday. Mondays are the Feduciary Policy Manager that sucks all the joy out an otherwise damn fine week. Hence; the wise man takes his Tuesdays off when he can.

Woke up yesterday. It was early. Got out of bed. It was cold. Got dressed. Let the dogs out. Not so cold, now I was dressed. Got in the car. Know what? It was cold! Went to work.

No one enjoys being awake on a Monday. No one. Here's the thing though; ask yourself this. What the hell kind of person calls the Phone Company at 7:00 am about a $0.33 charge on their bill? A bill in excess of $60.00? That is a question I can answer for you.

The kind who loves to whine. There is a whole subsect of people out there who spend their lives looking for something to whine about. They scrape through life, turning over it's rocks, poking through it's old pockets, searching under it's old clothes in the closet, looking for something to whine about.

This fellow didn't even want a credit. He agreed to have incured the charge. He just wanted to complain. That was it. He didn't even want sympathy; I, being stupid enough to answer the phone, was obviously the one personaly responsible for this unimitigated assault on his fiscal freedom. Ha, little did I know he would see right through my supposedly genuine attempts to explain the charge, efforts to be helpful, and questions about what could I do to help. No; he didn't want such charges blocked in the future. He didn't even want it credited. He wanted me to feel bad that he had to pay $0.33 extra for something he used.

Question here; if you go to a gum-ball machine. Put in a quarter. Get a gum-ball. *CHEW THE GUM-BALL*. Then, write a letter to the gum-ball company complaining about having had to spend a quarter..... well, how much sympathy can you reasonably expect?

See, my problem is I'm a horribly empathetic person. My instincts are to do whatever I can to help someone with their problem. I also realize that just issuing credits is not the solution; then you just train people to be irresponsible. But, I'm happy to explain, educate, and if there is a mistake fix it as fast as humanly possible. I've even issued credits for things that were reasonable, just because I realized that while the truth may be that the charge is reasonable, the customer would always have a "bad feeling" about the experience, and what kind of customer service is that if they are not happy?

However, sympathy for someone because they are fishing for sympathy is another issue. We, as Americans, seem to have all but completely lost our sense of responsibility for our own actions. At what point did everyone else become responsible for making us do the right thing? At what point did we quit being accountable for our own actions?

So, I've made a new logo for my company:

"Qwest. We ain't yer ma'ma."

That, however, was Monday. Today is April Fool's Day, and a Tuesday, and the aniversary of the day I kissed my beloved Lyric for the first time. Stepping of a plane, throwing my bags down, running to each other, sweeping her up into my arms and kissing her.... absolutely Kodak/American Express kind of moment.

So on that note, I'm going to go chase down my lovely lady and play some re-runs *nudge-nudge, wink-wink*.

"Hope and despondancy, pleasure and pain, we mingle together in sunshine and rain"
By Someone Smarter Than I

Monday, March 31, 2003

Hello
Cookie has a book called Harry potter. In it there is a boy. Named Ron. he is my favorite character he loves candy and ice craem
he doesn't like to read but Hermione does. I do not like voldemort he is bad. He is the bad guy I don't realy have much to say
except tomorrow I will have a story

good bye )o(
A realy cool book! It's so funny, and the best part is it's a series so it continues.

Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer.

It's about a young boy who is only twelve years of age.
He is master mind... but he is the bad guy. With a plot. ( I am not going to tell the plot because that woud ruin the whole thing )
He captures a fariy, Holly, she is no pixie. No... Eoins own type of fairy different magic different language, and a different story.


You may think this is for kids because a kid said it was cool, not this story... my Daddy enjoyed it a lot to.

The secend book is called Artimis Fowl the arctic incident.


Peace )O(

Sunday, March 30, 2003

Tempus Fugit. Time, that ineffible measurement of distance divided by velocity, marking our passing through the series of events which are identifed as "life", trudged on today at it's typical and relentless 60-seconds every minute. Ruthless, dispassionate bastard, isn't he? HE?!? Damn it. I mean, every culture I'm aware of identifies time as male. What is it about my gender that warrants identification with that "Ha ha, enjoyed that little bit eh? Never going to happen again! HAHAHA! *TTTHHHBBBBTTT!!!!!* Too old now aren't ya? Feeling stiff yet? Back hurt? Oooh.... no more staying up all night and being fine the next day for you! Now it's all 9-5 employment, depressing world events, and dull foot-wear. No more cool shoes for you! Go ahead; see if they make the nifty little sneakers with the flashing lights in the heel in your size! Legos? No more for you, buck-o! Get caught trying to make a moat and baily castle with dragon, wizard, and little army of knights and it's straight to the funny farm!" SOB. Women get Mother Earth, Love/Marriage/Life/Growth/Bein' Sexy deities. Mystery, sensuality, etc. All the yummy stuff. All arcross a dozen cultures. Like the cosmic sub-conscious made it clear who get's identified with what. Oh, and what do *we* (gender-speaking) get? Death. Time. War. Anal-Retentive Statician-esque Intellect. (Come on. Toth, Ibis-headed and all, has all the interesting personality of a pubic louse.) We get the dull ones, and the complete bastards. Thor? Come on; he's the unofficial god of Lighting Ones Own Farts. He can likely belch the runic alphabet, backwards, on the same mug of ale. Not quite the deep, thought-provoking type. Set? Maybe.... but he's a *bad boy*. But even our bad-boy deities just can't compare to the female bad-girls.

Face it my fellow fellows, when it comes to religion, we got the shallow end. And you wonder why so many Pagan men choose to dedicate to a female deity. That, and the chivalry thing. Face it; every young boy who read Le'Morte De' Arthur wants to live and die in service to their Lady. Open her doors, carry her heavy stuff, slay her dragons, and open her stubborn spaghetti jars. Yep. They left that out, in final print, but that's how Lancelot really got to Gwenhyfar; sticky jar lid. Charming smile, sly "Here, let me get that for you", grunt, flex, twist, *POP!*, and it's all over but the mattress dancing.

Time... friend and foe, companion and competitor, and the true blue oldest long-haired hippie. Tip o' the hat to you, Time. Keep at it; maybe you'll teach me patience some day.

Most likely not though. Better luck next incarnation :)
Bah. One of those days. I don't even feel like writing tonight. However, on the plus side, my sister will be praying for me and hopes deeply that I will find my way to Jesus. *smirk* Time for tea, bed, and a book. Blah.

Hello
My daddy. I love my daddy.
He is the greatest daddy I could ever ask for. He is fantastc. Not because he plays with me not because he plays on the computer. I love him
because he is my daddy. He is the perfect daddy for me. I love him. He is my daddy.



*I love you daddy*
Just a simple poem that I wrote:


THE TREES ARE MAGIC TO ME

The trees are magic to me as they move in the wind

The wind is magic to me as she sings to me her song like the birds song

The bird is magic to me when she whistles

She listens

She waits

She walks with me because the trees are magic to me


:)

Peace )O(

Saturday, March 29, 2003

People are so wacky.

Seriously.

I just spent a Saturday answering calls from people about their phone service. From 9:00 am to 5:30 pm, I enjoyed the wonderful variety my job has to offer. People moving, people in the armed services disconnected because they are shipped over seas, people who's service is broken, or who want to change this or that, remove something, etc.

Ah, and the *good* calls. The drunken old man singing "I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grand" in German, the one who believes the phone company is actually a branch of the FBI and is trying to listen to everything he does, bragging about how he unplugs the phones and stuffs foam in the jacks whenever he's not using them, never saying anything he doesn't want "us" to know... the guy who's sitting in a room full of lawyers (at $100 an hour each, I'm sure) because he's going to sue the phone company over a $6.95 charge... But it's true. I've had an elderly Irish woman curse me out with language that would make a Marine drill instructor blush, she must have been all of 95 years old. Not just token profanity either; complicated and full of helpful suggestions. Things your average dominatrix would never imagine could be done with a cell phone. I mean, she had obviously put a lot of thought into it. I was so tempted to say "While I realize you are frustraited, I'm certain that even if you were able to find the man who ordered it for you, doing that with the phone would void the warranty". A sweet lady, without a doubt, once she vented for a bit. Had me laughing so hard I was crying at one point. Thank the goddess for the mute button. Those of us with the stamina for customer service work know to let the harsh stuff just roll right off, it's not personal. Get's funny after a while. Odd; the simple calls bore me, but I look forward to the insane, abusive ones. And I'm saying it's everyone else who's sick, right? Denial isn't a state of mind; it's where I built my summer home!

We've got a new corporate direction now, which is not a bad thing. The new CEO seems like a great guy; if the two things aren't mutually exclusive. "The Spirit of Service". A customer service group who's focus is, well, customer service. Wild concept I know; but it really is the first time I've worked in a CS job where we were actually focused on CS. Not just verbally, but much to my shock and surprise, in actual application. Makes me concerned that our CEO may actually possess some common sense; a trait not normally surviving into upper management in my experience. I mean, we, like most companies, make our money the old fashioned way.

We take it from the customer.

Seriously. We have to get people to willingly send us money every month. If you keep shafting them and treating them like expendable cash-cows, you quickly run yourself out of people willing to fall for your line of BS. Our line of BS has improved dramatically, and the products we are offering now are actually worth what we are charging for them. Twisted, I know.

Our CEO's first name is Dick. Note, by the way. To all of you considering having children. Please, sweet goddess in the morning, show some freaking compassion. Your child may be world famous. They may have their name on the cover of magazines. Consider, consider oh so carefully, what you are doing to them. Because, well, several of us are getting new shirts, in honor of our new corporate focus and our new CEO.

Front "If you don't know the Spirit of Service..."
Back "You don't know Dick."

The jokes just fall from the sky. He's a great guy too! It's terrible. What if his parents had named him "Erick", or "Brian", or even something cool like "Prometheus", or after some great Greek hero. As it is however, dispite him being quite possibly the only genuinely sentient corporate CEO who's not out to play Bubba The 400 lb Convict to his corporate prisoners and their just as frail and captive customer base, dispite that he's the butt of a whole slew of phallic turn-of-phrase jokes.

Bad human race! Bad! Bad!

AHHHH!!!!!!

Spring here at last.:) :(

Well sort of . It's coming . Not very fast but it's coming. I know I know we all want it back. We all want the sunshine back. We all want to go rollerskating again or swim in our pools or a million other things. If we had to do a spring dance we would all be dancing in our living room or in the snow frezing our butts off tring to make spring peek its little head out.

YEP I MEAN YOU TOO!!

We want our gardens back. Winter go back to sleep you are geting boring.... zzzzz, you've been here for 4!!! months...zzzzz .Ok thank you for listening wait a minute winter is not listenig... your reading this post not winter. ( Come to think of it I'm not shure winter can read ) yes well where was I . :)


To make a long story short. We want spring back plain and simple.

Peace )O(


Hello I have a story about a fairy and a butterfly they lived In a hut In the forest. It was covered wIth vines. It was stone oen day they were walking In th forest and they saw a strange tree there were faces on It then they heard noises from the north. they jumped In to a bush. nothing came so they got out of the bush and started running north and then RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! out of no where a bear started batting at them so they flew so high they could not see the ber then they flew very very far then they landed and ran up up up and up some more. They reached the top and they looked down. They saw a strange pointy thing. A lot of them. They were so confused that they decided to go closer and they saw people like the fairy. Only without wings. so she went closer to one. It went in a pointy thIng. It was a tipi she came back out. They started going back home. Now of course the bear would be waiting for them but they knew that he would be... so they went a round him and got home safely. the end I hope that you enjoyed it. good bye
I was thinking today about why it is that the government interferes in the lives of parents to such a degree. Obnoxious does not begin to cover it. Why is it that if I were to choose to move out into the woods to a small cabin with no electricity and no running water, ala Walden... that would likely be considered neglect. If I make a lifestyle choice to raise my children in the middle of nowhere, with no running water, hauling water from the creek, and no septic, using an outhouse instead, and no electricity, using candles when needed... and I do all of this by a conscious choice, it is neglectful. I am neglecting to turn my children into conformists, this is true. I am neglecting their indoctrination and I have certainly neglected to give them phobias about their bodies or to instill fear of authority figures. But I do all of this already and I do it by choice.

But why should the government, any government, have the right to make lifestyle choices for us? Lets follow this idea through... let us say I did do such a thing and I did get investigated and perhaps they even took it oo far and removed my children from my home for this choice... I could fight, would fight, and I would win. I mean lets be honest, the Amish have done this for years. But why should we even have to go through the worry, the mess, the heartache of the fight in the first place? When are we as a nation going to admit that the system we have in place for protecting children is not working?

I fully acknowledge that we need to have something in place to protect and defend the children that are abused, beaten, neglected, or malnourished. But somewhere along the line we went overboard. I am sure we have all heard the horror stories about these agencies but somehow the horror stories are not enough to get us to tear the system to bits and rebuild it. The system does not work. Even the people who work there acknoeledge that usually. But we keep it in place for lack of a better way.

There are, right now, thousands of children in this country who are in fact being abused and neglected. But they won't get the help they need because the workers we do have are overburdened by the current system that puts familes that are different or even families who fit the norm at risk. I once read a story about a family whose little girl, I think she was three or four, ran outside naked one day, onto her lawn, and the school bus driver that was driving by at the time reported the family and they lost their little girl for a while because she ran outside naked. Are we really such prudes? Why do we even allow our governement to have such invasive rights into our lives? My children are MY children. They do not belong to the government, they belong to themselves and for right now I take responsibility for them until they are capable of taking the full investment of that responsibility onto themselves. I am their proxy for right now but they belng to themselves. My government does not own that which has ocme from my body.

And yet we give them that right. In the interest of protecting other children who are abused, we have said that the government has the right to invade our homes and our lives on the off chance that we might be one of those abusers. Why do we give our own power away like this? And then, once they are in our lives, we allow them to tell us everything we are doing wrong and how we need to do things differently in the raising of our children. What gives them that right? We do. We say that this is okay and we let them into our homes and then we make the largest fault of all... we slip away from any shred of confidence we might have had and we BELIEVE them when they say that we need to think like they do. We examine our thinking and try to figure out where we went wrong.

What makes these people more qualified than the parent? What logic says that these people who do not know you, your kids, your situation, or anything about you that makes you anything more than a statistic somehow knows more than you do? They have a job to do, an admittedly crappy one most of the time, but they are employed in a position that pays their bills. Thats it. Nothing more, nothing less. And that does not give them the right to force anyone to conform to their way of thought about how children need to be raised. Every child is different, and every child deserves to be something more than a statistic or a number in some case file. No child and no family should have to give up their right to individuality based on what "the norm" says they should be, think, feel, or do.

No, I am not being investigated by child protection, no, there is no real reason for this to be a pet peeve of mine save for this...

I was considering last night, just how far do we want to go with our lifesyle choices. See, we want to homestead, all great and wonderful, but i might enjoy giving Walden a shot for a while. No electricity, living with what you have, bare minimalist type of lifestyle. Would I want to stay with it? I don't know until I try it do I... but I think trying it would be a wonderul lesson in self-sufficiency and other things. Thoreau is someone I have long admired, and I wouldn't mind that little experiment in my own life. By choice.

But then it occured to me, because I know someone who just went through hell with child protection and her son and all of it was for nothing and they had no case but that didn't matter to them they barged into her life anyway and made a mess and now they are trying to pull their lives back together because these agencies think they know better than a parent about what to do for children... how's that for a run on sentence? ;) Anyway I was htinking about Walden and do I want to try this out in my life and would it be a good thing for my kids because you know, frankly I think it would be. I think that learning to live succinctly and learning to live in a way that has minimal impact but is really a lot of work would be healthy for everyone here. But then it occured ot me that these agencies might find that offensive to their sensiilities and they might step in because I didn't have running water and hauled it from a creek or because we didn't have electricity... anyway you get the idea. And that offended ME.

But no one cares if I am offended right? But we do have to be careful not to offend the almighty THEM because THEY have the power to make your life a living hell. But in this, that I even had to think about it, that it even occured ot me was offensive. That I would even have to consider the idea that THEY might step in in this situation was abominable to me. The mere thought made me cringe, both at myself and at the system as a whole.

So will I do it? Maybe, just maybe I might. Truthfully, the Amish do it, so I do have some leeway correct? Or at least in my way of thinking I do. And I really do not feel that any agency has the right to tell me that I have to conform to their way of thinking or ELSE. I feel that lifestyle choices are just that. And if someone can prove to me how hauling a bit of water and peeing in an outhouse is somehow neglecting my kids, then I will be happy to hear them out. But all I can truly see is that it will have untold benefits to everyone.

I am offended that I even have to contemplate the "might happens" in this kind of a situation. In reality, no one knows anymore about raising my kids than I do. They have theories, or suggestions, or ideas about right and wrong and moreal and immoral but in the end everyone is just guessing and going off of instinct anyway. They may have a degree which teaches them how to guess a little better or even a book out which makes people think they are really good guessers because the publisher said so. But we are all of us just operating off of instinct and love. I love my children, therefore I treat them with kindness and respect at all times. I want my children to grow up and have confidence and to be able to take care of themselve sin this world so I educate them on the world around us. I do not like to be hit and so I do not hit my children. This is common sense, every religion on the planet has some form of "the golden rule" in place. But when it comes down to it, no matter who these people are, regardless of a degree, regardless of their employer, everyone of us is GUESSING. We might acknowledge this about ourselves but we find it hard to figure out about other poeple. We spend so much time and effort trying to convince everyone else that we are doing something more than guessing when in reality all of that time could be better spent elsewhere. We might use tools, like studies or literature, or books, or colleges, or perr reviews... but guess what? They are all guessing too! The difference is that they all agree to tell everyone else that they are all right! And we wonder why our kids grow up with distorted viewpoints? We are one wacky species.

And truly the sooner we grasp this concept, that they are not better than we are and they are guessing too, the better off we will all be. And maybe, just maybe, so too will the children.