April 08, 2012
March 19, 2012
When my sister figured out that she is going to have a baby boy I was thrilled but apprehensive. Apprehensive because I have never had a baby boy around It’s always been girls so I really wasn’t sure on how to handle them. So many questions went through my head, like would he like to be smothered with kisses? Will he scream blue murder if I cuddle? Samaya loved just lying next to you and playing around and occasionally getting a few kisses and cuddles on the way!! So all in all the thought of a nephew had me a wee bit nervous.
And then…. I met gorgeous lil Abdiel Durai… and all my questions were answered….
Yes he has the most adorable smile …..
Yes, he’s gorgeous ……
Yes, he is a cuddler and snuggler
and boy..does he love kisses !!
Wouldn't you agree ????
March 16, 2012
March 15, 2012
It is not often that I come across articles that make me mad. This one was a whopper!! This post is what I feel. This is my interpretation, my opinion of the article and I am approaching this from the view point of a Christian, a believer, an aunt, a special educator / speech pathologist and most importantly a human being. I am not going to quote studies or bible verses in support. This is what I want to say and I am just going to say it.
Before you read my post, please go and read the article here slowly and very carefully and if what is written there strikes a chord somewhere, come back here. Let me know what you think.
I am lost for words. How can anyone disregard life like this? And with what authority can one sit and say “infanticide should be allowable up to the point that the child develops some ability to communicate and to anticipate the future” So what do they define ‘ability of communication’ as ? Merriam-Webster defines ‘communication ‘as ‘a process by which information is exchanged between individuals through a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior’ As a SLP I strongly believe that even the ‘cry’ of a new born is a communication. The baby is communicating that she is hungry or that she is in pain. My own niece had her own signs for ‘hunger’ and ‘more’ and even when she was an infant her mom could listen to her cry and figure out if she was hungry, needed a nappy change or was tired/sleepy. Isn’t that communication? Didn’t my niece just relay/exchange information to her mother?
Their articles also talks about how “The moral status of an infant is equivalent to that of a fetus in the sense that both lack the properties that justify the attribution of a right to life to an individual.” From the moment the baby is conceived and the fertilization occurs, the fetus starts to grow! It develops a heart that starts beating, a brain that starts growing and organs that start developing. And this growth continues even after they are born. And the best part of this is each fetus is unique, the character and traits the DNA are all unique to that fetus. And isn’t that what creates an individual!!
They also say “The moral status of an infant is equivalent to that of a fetus, that is, neither can be considered a ‘person’ in a morally relevant sense.” Are you kidding me? What is’ morally relevant sense’? I have tried to figure this phrase out and I don’t get it … maybe I am just dumb… Maybe I am reading this all wrong…. A new born is not a person? Is there a criterion that makes someone a ‘person’? Special abilities? The way I look at it and believe is that anyone who is a human being is a person!! As simple as that!! So to disregard an infant and not consider them as a person is downright wrong! What a child is at 6 months is NOT what a child is at 8 months or at 1 yr or 4 years. The child at 6 months is what a child is at 6 months. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out!! That does not make the child at 6 month any less a person than a child at 4 years or a person at 62! And it definitely doesn’t make a new born or an infant any less of a person than an adult.
The icing on the cake (as if it was already not a mouthful) “refusing even to set an upper limit on the permissible age of a child to be killed by “after-birth abortion.” So that would mean killing the baby/infant anytime from conception to ………
Dear 'Professors'…. Whether you call it ‘infanticide’ or you sugar coat it and refer to it as ‘after birth abortions’ it sounds an awful lot like Murder to me!!!
February 07, 2012
January 28, 2012
January 17, 2012
The other day as I was working with my favorite Grade 1 student, the white board easel which another teacher was using, on the other side of the room, crashed to the ground.
This is the conversation that followed
Student: Oh my goodness!! (While running to the other side of the room )
Me: Wait!! Stop!! Where are you supposed to be?
Student: But Ms. Thomas
Me: No!! Where are you supposed to be? What are you supposed to be doing ?
Student: Sitting at the desk and working…. But… When I heard the crash I thought. Can I tell you what I think ?
Me: Do you think this conversation is important right now? In the middle of the activity?
Student: Yes! Of course!
(Without waiting for my response)
Student: See, When that sound came, I thought that the board fell on Ms.A, then Ms. A fell on the chair, that the chair broke and Ms. A and the chair fell on the desk. As the chair fell on the desk, I thought I heard the floor break and I thought that Ms. A will be falling into the next classroom (my classroom is on the 1st floor). So see Ms. Thomas, this is what I thought and when I thought that, I thought that I should go and see if there is a hole in the floor like I thought.
(After seeing my blank stare)
Student: Now, wasn’t that important?
January 11, 2012
Yesterday, I woke up earlier than usual. So that gave me time to nurse my sore throat with a hot cup of green tea and pray. As per my normal routine, I got dressed for work, picked up my lunch bag and stepped out the door.
I normally put my hand inside my handbag; touch my keys as I close the door. Yesterday I did the same thing. Well I THOUGHT I did. As I see the door close the reality of the situation hits me. The cold metal I felt in my hand bag, the cold metal I THOUGHT were my keys, were actually a pair of earrings. Did I forget to mention that by keys, I mean the key to my house, my car keys and my office keys! Since there wasn’t anything I could do about it at 7 am, I decided to take an auto to work.
Ever since I got my car, I have rarely used an auto so I had conveniently forgotten the art of haggling. I should have been suspicious but instead was surprised and proud of myself when the auto driver willingly reduced the quoted price of 150/- to a 100/- on my first demand. Later in the day however, when I proudly spoke about my regained haggling techniques did my colleague lovingly remind me that the normal charge is 50/-.
As I drank my way through 5 cups of green tea feverishly praying that the sore throat I had doesn’t escalate , I kept in touch with the security guard of my building and the maintenance manager and they assured me that in the evening they would arrange for someone to come and open the door. And true to their words after I had returned from work ( thanks to a colleague who decided that my haggling techniques weren’t that advanced and dropped me off ) , I was introduced to a gentlemen who was equipped with 3 things, a rope ladder, hammer and a chisel. He said he would be able to retrieve my key for 600/-. Keeping all that had transpired in the morning in mind, I very quickly said YES!
Even though the day I had was tiring and I wouldn’t want to repeat this any time soon, I went to bed super grateful.
Grateful that God provided me with an auto that got me to work on time.
Grateful that God provided me with a job that had facilities to allow me to drink umpteen cups of green tea
Grateful that God introduced to me to a wonderful colleague 2 years ago who would help me out by dropping me home
Grateful that there was someone around who would help me retrieve my keys
Grateful that in a situation that would normally have me panicking, He kept me calm and gave me an opportunity to be grateful.
At the end of the day:
"God's Grace is immeasurable; His mercy inexhaustible; His peace inexpressible."