Wednesday, March 26, 2014

I Put My Son on the Bus In One Shoe

I am no longer in the running for Mom-of-the-Year Award. Okay, let's be realistic, I never was.

This morning, I let the three younger kids sleep as long as possible. Yesterday was a long and busy day! After I got them up, Andrew came in just crying with a shoe in his hand. I asked what was wrong and he said someone put his shoe in the bathtub. While this IS a very possible scenario, I think what happened was the shoe was an innocent bystander in the Great Flood of 3/27/2014 (which was preceded by The Great Flood of 3/26/2014 and will be followed by The Great Flood of 3/28/2014). Luckily, THIS great flood was caused by shower water and not any other kind of "water" that is so often found in that room!

I told him it was okay, we would put it in the dryer and all would be good in the world. Then we got busy doing our morning routines. Usually, the boys are standing at the window watching for the bus before it is time for the bus, but not this morning. I heard a bus and frantically started calling for Andrew to come on. The bus stops at one house before our house so he REALLY needed to COME ON! As he reaches the door he says something and I tell him he needs to get outside before the bus leaves him (it is stopped in front of our house at this point). He mumbles something again, but this time I HEARD him and what he said registered in my brain. "But, I only have one shoe on!"

I go running to the dryer while telling him to get to the door so the bus doesn't leave him. When I get the shoe to him he starts to sit down to put it on. "NOOOOO!!! You are going to have to do that on the bus! You need to go before she leaves you!!!" He looks at me like I have lost my mind and starts his uneven walk out to the bus as I wave and apologize to the bus driver.

Yep, I put my son on the bus with one shoe on - but at least he had the other one in his hand!

A Lesson in Working Together

Yesterday I went on a field trip with Andrew. It has been planned out for a while, but we all know what that means. I had paid for the trip and was ready but the week and a half leading up to the day of the trip, life started getting in the way, as is it seems to do when I make plans ahead of time. Paul was a key part of this plan working. I was going to take Mady to a friends house on the way to the school. Paul was going to pick her up on his way home and go home to the boys.

Paul found out he had to go out of town. Well, great. That makes things more difficult! At the end of last week Caleb comes home and tells me he has band practice at 5 (I wasn't going to be home until 5:30). Hmmm.....somehow we will make it work. My biggest concern wasn't how Caleb was going to get there, but more that Isaac and Bryce would be home alone for a little while. This was a first experience for me. Caleb is always here to keep an eye on things. We talked to the boys and they said they could handle it. They had phone numbers by the phone and promised they were going to prove themselves responsible. So, I decided since we have friends in the neighborhood that could help out if need be, we would go for it.

The field trip was fun. Exhausting, but I enjoyed getting to go on a field trip with a child that still wanted me to go with him! At 3, while on our way home, I called the house. No one answered. I called many times. No answer. We just recently got this new invention called a house phone. We had done away with it a couple of years ago when Caleb got his cell phone. When that did not work out, we decided we needed to have a phone available to ALL of the kids in case of an emergency. I thought maybe Isaac just didn't know if he should answer it or something. I was trying to keep myself calm and decide if I should try to get someone to go check on him. About that time my phone, which has a very low battery at this point because a little boy wanted to take pictures at every rock on the field trip, rings. It is a strange phone number but I thought I should answer it under the circumstances. It was Caleb.

Isaac had gone in the house, put his ID away as he always does and took the dog out to potty. Our doorknobs can be opened from the inside when they are locked. He locked himself out of the house in the backyard. Caleb had gone to a friends house to call hoping there was a key outside somewhere. There wasn't. I told him they were going to have to sit outside and wait for me to get home.

I come close to panic-mode. I am sitting on a bus coming back from New Orleans, still over an hour away from the school. Not only are the two kids going to be home alone, but they are locked OUTSIDE! A friend in the neighborhood helped Bryce get in the backyard (our backyard is completely fenced in, over the driveway, and the gate has to have an opener to open), gave them strict instructions that no one is to enter or exit the backyard and takes Caleb to the school.

I get a text from Paul after a while that says the boys got in the house. I call the house and ask how they got in, scared of what I am about to have to replace or fix (I am thinking broken window).

"We worked together and got in the house!"
"And, how did you do that?"
(I am not going to put on here how they did it because I don't want to help anyone else in to my house)
"Is anything broken?"
"No ma'am."
"So, y'all worked together without fighting or arguing?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And a crisis was resolved. Isn't it amazing how that works?" (we have this conversation a LOT in our house with the frequent arguments and fights).

Mom was able to breath much better for the last 20-30 minutes of the ride. I am very proud of them for working together and coming up with a solution by themselves. I am not ready to make them coming home alone a regular occurrence but I will feel much better next time they have to. After we got back, I picked the boys up at home, went to get Caleb from band, dropped off the boys at home, took Andrew to Cub Scouts and went to get Mady. It was a LOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG day for this Momma!!!

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Why Homework is Important

Written by a student who refuses to do homework but expects to be a millionaire, typed as written.

Homework is despised by practically everybody. Whether people do it or not is a different story.

Homework is an assignment from school or work that you have obligations to complete at a different time, so you can comprehend the material reviewed that particular day. Sometimes it might be collected for a grade based on participation, or it might be meant solely for individual recollection of the day's studies. Because this activity cuts into people's time and many do not possess the patience to deal with more stuff from the place they have spent 8 hours of their day, and 40 hours per week and do not wish to waste anymore precious time on a government-mandated "time-hole," therefore the homework assignment is not completed. On the contrary, many people, also assigned homework, complete the activity in hopes of a better grade in class, avoidance of detention or other disciplinary actions, understanding of the class topic, or "just because."

Although all students will recieve homework, nearly one hundred percent of them dislike homework or even hate it with a passion, the necessity of it goes undermined typically. If a class, such as Science, for example, carried out all experiments and projects the class needs in class time, there would not be anywhere near as much time to learn new material for the next assignment or understand their current one because they would be preoccupied with an experiment constantly. Proof of this can come from the fact in that Science class, you have 5 hours a week for the class altogther. In the one hour a student spends in the class, they tend to write on average about 2 pages of notes. The background of lab report in high school can usually take 3-5 hours to complete. That means if the student spent the school week doing the assignment, they would miss 10 pages equivalent of notes on how the assignment's principles and fundamentals make it work. Even if the class only made the pupils do one project a month it'd still amount to roughly 40 hours of 80 pages of notes not taken over the 9-month school year. Thus, homework is important in one way, through in-class time efficiency.

An additional reason homework is important, is because it teaches pupils responsibility. Normally, unless someone is taught the good habit, they will develope the wrong one. One example of this is a student who learned early on to do their homework properly, graduating, and looking for a job. First, the student would most likely have good grades from understanding work better, and possibly have a more potential dwelling work transcript. So he would get hired easier than if he'd gotten bad grades. Second, after landing a job, he would be more likely to put better quality in his service because he'd be more built for the extra effort of accomplishing unfinished tasks at home than someone who never did homework. Third, because of constant efforts and high service quality, the graduate would be promoted sooner and entrusted with the business more. On the opposal, you can compare this to someone's future, who never does homework. They would probably have poorer grades from lack of comprehension and knowledge retainment and lack of homework point; and have a poorer job transcript. The pupil would have a harder time finding a job that will accept him and the one he does get may be a monstrosity of boredom. If he acctually keeps the job, he would have a much harder time trying to put quality into his work because he lacks the mental stamina, and thus have a harder time being promoted and not as trusted with the business which could lead to being easily demoted.

As said through the essay, to conclude, homework is essential because of its ability to hide you from disciplinary actions and a bad future, making classes more efficient, helping retain information easier, and land a better job. All of these are how something as small as homework can impact a person's life. And as the final conclusion, if you have to take a class, why not put the effort to make it go smoother and end nicer?

Friday, August 30, 2013


The differences between boys and girls never cease to amaze me. When you tell the boys a secret, they MIGHT wait until they are out of your sight before they tell one of their siblings. At Christmas they have been known to say something like "I am not going to tell you that you are getting......for Christmas." Yes, we have stopped Christmas shopping for others with them!

Of course, none of these are serious secrets. Usually it is just goofiness. Like, yesterday Mady asked if she could go out for lunch. I said no but told her we probably would tomorrow because we had errands to run all morning. She began planning tomorrow's lunch. Last night, she came in to talk about it and I told her it was a secret and we couldn't talk about it around her brothers. Basically, I just didn't want to hear how unfair life was because Mady was going to out to eat and they had to go to school. Mady got a big smile and put her finger over her mouth.

Her brothers would have immediately gone to their bedrooms and spread the word. Any time Mady needs to talk about her secret, she comes to me, pulls me down to her level and whispers in my ear "Don't forget - Chili's or Raising Canes!" Then she puts her finger back over her huge smile and says "SHHHH!"

Today I love it. But, as she grows older I can only hope that I am still the one she wants to tell her secrets to. I don't want to be her best friend. First and foremost I am her mother. I will make her mad. I will make her life unfair and miserable and all of those other irritating things that parents "do" to their children. I will do it with the utmost love and always with her best interest at heart. If, in the midst of doing my best to parent her, she decides that I am still who she wants to share her secrets with then I am one blessed Momma! If she decides that she wants to share her secrets with someone else, well I am STILL one blessed Momma. And this blessed Momma will be praying hard that she has a great friend that will know when to keep her secrets tucked tight in her heart and when to take her secrets to the proper person if it is necessary for her safety or well-being.

Us going to lunch doesn't need national security. But that does not matter. I want her to learn that trust is a very important thing in a relationship. Any relationship. If someone tells her something and says it is a secret, no matter how trivial it seems to her, for whatever reason, her friend does not want the information shared with anyone else and she should respect that. It might be a test or it might be that that friend knows the whole story and Mady doesn't. There will be times when a girl-friend will break her heart and her trust, but I hope through all the pain that will come from that she learns that you have to choose your friends carefully and the importance of NOT doing the same thing to someone else.

As much as I hope and pray that Mady (and all of the kids) have a great friend like that in her life, most importantly I hope Mady learns to BE that kind of friend.

Thursday, August 01, 2013

A Social Experiment

Right before our 15th wedding anniversary this year, I started posting “I love Paul because.....” on Facebook. Every day I would choose one reason that makes me fall completely in love with my husband every day. I did this for many reasons. However, it ended up being kind of a social experiment after hearing the reactions to it.

An important reason was that I wanted my husband to know that there are infinite reasons why I love him. I can tell him, but sometimes the words just get lost in the thousands of words spoken a day amidst the craziness and chaos of our busy life. There is also the fact that between Paul’s work schedule and frequent travels, the kids schedules and the tag-teaming we sometimes have to do, we don’t always have a chance to spend a lot of time talking. On top of it all we have friends and family that had just gotten married, a few that were planning weddings, along with some struggling in their marriages and some divorces.

Pretty early on with the post we started getting comments. Comments like “No one can ever be as good as he is!” or “You are making the rest of us look very bad.” Sometimes, it was just a “You are blessed with a great man!” or “He sure is wonderful.”

The comments were in good fun. But what really bothered me were the “He never does anything wrong, does he?” or “You must have gotten the only perfect man around.” or “What did you do that you are trying to make up for?” or “Are you trying to get something from him?”

I never said he was perfect. He isn’t. Neither am I. Neither is anyone else on Earth. My question is why would I ever criticize my husband, especially on a public site? The point was to build him up. To let him know that I am, and always will be, in his corner. To remind him that as stressed as he is, we will always get through it together. To encourage him and show him that I see and appreciate his struggle to find that fine line between work and family. To let him know that I am PROUD of him, his hard work and how seriously he takes his responsibilities. I also want him to know that I appreciate the little things that make him who he is.

(And, just to be clear, I do not know of anything I have done to hurt him. I am not trying to redeem myself for any reason. I am not “sucking up” or “buttering him up” for anything.)

If I spend my time pointing out his weaknesses or failures then I am spending my time focusing on his weaknesses and failures. Soon, that is all I will see in him. That certainly is not what I want people to focus on in me.

If I spend a little bit of time every day saying what I love about him and what I am proud of, then that is what I focus on. When you go out of your way to focus on the good in someone, it leaves little time to dwell in the weaknesses or annoyances of that person.

He is going to fail. He is SUPPOSED to fail sometimes. He has weaknesses. He is SUPPOSED to have weaknesses. Even Superman had his kryptonite. If he didn’t have weaknesses and failures he would BE God and would never have to TURN to God. If he didn’t have weaknesses and failures he would never have anything to grow and learn from.

We don’t have a “perfect” marriage. We have bad days. We argue sometimes. He drives me crazy often. I drive him crazy more often. But, we look for the best in each other.

In our society divorce has become the norm. No one is shocked when they hear another marriage fell apart. To the point where I have had a child come home upset that his parents have never been divorced. “All of my friends parents are divorced. Most of them live in two houses and have two of everything and their parents get them whatever they want.” It broke my heart!

The main reason I was posting the “I love Paul because” and continue to post the encouraging marriage statuses is because I want my children to see why I love their father. We hold hands, we kiss, we call each other by nicknames, in front of our children, and sometimes their friends (even though they think it is “like, totally disgusting!”)

Often, the words from my mouth seem to mean little to my children. I want to meet them where they are. I will do anything I can to teach them how to love and be loved and to teach them that it is worth the hard work it takes.

If in the midst of my encouraging my husband, reminding him what he means to me and showing my children how to love and be loved, I am able to encourage someone that needs encouragement or offer support to someone struggling, then that is just an added bonus.

Monday, December 17, 2012


This morning, like so many other parents, I had the task of getting my kids to school. I have done this task so many times, for so many years. I would like to say I have never thought twice about it, but I have more times than I can count. But, honestly, sending my kindergartener to school I have never had the worry "What if someone comes in and starts shooting at these innocent babies?"

Friday, as I sat paralyzed, listening to the horrible information coming across the television and praying it was all a big mistake, I seriously thought about pulling my kids from school - for good. Who could do this to BABIES? What young adult could walk in to an elementary school and open fire on the teachers and principals and administrators that these kids see and look up to, MUCH LESS while the kids are in school. The fact that he also searched out children to do this to is just incomprehensible.

I did not pull my kids from school. Instead I pray! I pray for protection for my children. I pray for the world we live in. Who is to say if I did pull them out, the very next day someone doesn't break in to my house and do the exact same thing when I have them home and "safe?"

I can only do so much to protect my children. Anything can happen anywhere we are. I can not put them in a bubble (as much as I desperately want to). There is evil all around us. There are some things you can not prevent or predict. There are some people who seem nice and "normal" but people are very good at wearing mask and appearing to be something they are not.

All I can do is pray that they always have God's protection around them. I pray they have angels walking on both sides, in front, behind, above and below them. That HAS to be enough for me. Because if I don't have faith that God do what He has planned for them I would go crazy. I would be consumed with worry and fear all the time. I would be paralyzed. And, then I would teach my children to live the same way.

We ask why. We watch in search of answers. But, does it matter what they say? If they gave some "excuse" as to why he did this, what was going through his head, would it EVER make sense to us? Would it ever excuse the choices he made Friday morning?

There have been so many mass shootings. They are all horrible. They are all unfair and unexplainable. This one just seems so impossible. These kids don't even understand or get the evils of the world yet. They were all so innocent and unknowing. They have seen things that NO ONE should ever see. Their views of the world are forever changed and they have been forced to grow up way beyond their years. We protect our young children from stories like this, never thinking that we will become the story.

Today, as my children walked away from me to go to school they seemed smaller and more fragile than they have ever seemed to me.

My prayers go out to the grieving families, including the family of the gunmen, the people who go to work everyday to protect us and keep us well and had to see this horrible scene, etc. But, most of all, my prayers are with the survivors who saw things that no one should ever see, heard things that no one should ever hear and have to live with those sights and sounds of their teachers and friends for the rest of their life.

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed. Psalm 34:18

Exodus 14:14 - The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still!

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

First Day of School 2012

FOUR in school this year!?!? It is so strange having one child at home. And, she is TOTALLY different alone than she is with a house full of brothers! When her brothers are home she is loud and crazy, just like them and she cannot do anything for herself. When she is home alone she is quiet and independent.

Caleb is in the eighth grade this year. He was ready to go back to school, but I think more so he could see his girlfriend and friends, than really to be back at school!

Isaac is in the fifth grade. He has some awesome teachers and was very excited to start school (unlike last year when he stressed about school all summer). He seems very confident this year.

Bryce is in the fourth grade. He was ready for school to start so he could see his friends.

Andrew is in Kindergarten. He has been way beyond excited. Since Christmas last year he has asked just about daily if it was time for him to go to school. Then his first day was the week after his brothers went. He did not think the day would ever come.

It was hard not to be sad about him going when he was SO excited about it. And, he still is! He came home the first day upset that he did not have homework! When he came home after school I asked if he was ready to forget school and stay home with me. He said "No way! You make me take naps!" I told him I wouldn't make him take a nap and he said he was going back to school. :( When they were out for the hurrication (hurricane vacation) last week he kept saying "we just started school and I already have to miss a week?"

I love that he loves school and I hope it stays that way forever!

Waiting on the bus. It was a toss up if he was more excited about the bus or school.

cutie :)

That smile is because he sees the bus coming FINALLY!!

The bus stops in front of him.....

And, then it LEAVES him standing there! He is saying "why did they just leave me here? Are they coming back?

They also forgot to drop him off in the afternoon. Then he had a bus change, and will be having another soon. But, he gets off a FULL HOUR EARLIER on the new bus (that is right - his afternoon bus ride was over an hour long!!!).

Feelings of Inadequacy

This year I have four kids in school and only one at home. In the past when I have only had one at home, I have always been pregnant with another one. I spent my time focusing on the one at home and trying to prepare the baby to no longer be the baby.

This time, the baby wants little to do with me, unless she needs something. There are days we walk in the house after we put the last child on the bus and she comes in and says "I am going to play by MYSELF!" And, that is what she wants to do.

Don't get me wrong. We spend time together. We play games, read, play the computer, run errands, etc., together, but she is not 100% dependent on me. And, there is not another one on the way that will be 100% dependent on me.

I have spent the last year, but REALLY over the summer, trying to decide what I was going to do when Mady went to school either next year or the year after (Kindergarten). Do I go back and finish my teaching degree, even though I know that is not what I want to do? What other degree would I be interested in?

My big dilemma....I don't feel like my job here is done. I still want (and need) to be here when my kids are (breaks, summer, when they are sick, bad weather, etc). I want to be home when they walk in the door excited or upset after school. I want to be able to go on the field trips, be at the awards ceremonies, band concerts, class parties, etc. I don't want anything of that to change for the kids.

On the other hand, for 11 years we have been a single-income household. It would be nice to have some extra income.

After months and months of back and forth, I keep coming back to me needing to work from home. I can be available to my children, I would not need to worry about having to call in every time a child is sick or school closes unexpectedly.

Here are where the feelings of inadequacy come in. After doing some research I found some companies that offer positions working from home (that are NOT scams from the research I did). There are not many out there! I sat down Monday evening to work on some applications and quickly starting feeling inadequate. I have not worked outside the house in ELEVEN years, why would anyone want to hire me, ESPECIALLY to work from home?

At home with my kids I don't have an overwhelming feeling of inadequacy. I definitely have moments of it. There are situations that come up that I really have to pray and ask if I am cut out for this job. I know I make mistakes - plenty of them! But, I feel like I am where I am supposed to be and doing the best I can.

I am going to fill out applications and send them in and just continue to pray. Pray that if this is what I am supposed to be doing He will guide me to the right thing for me and my family.

This is just another new chapter in this book of my life.

Thursday, August 02, 2012

Equality for All?

I try not to let things in society bother me too much. That is not to say I don't care or want things to be different. I simply feel if I get to caught up in it all it will eat away at me, consume me and frustrate me.

There are a couple of things going on lately that have become hard for me to ignore.

First, our state has decided to allow low-income kids in failing schools to get vouchers to go to other schools, including private schools. I see both sides of the argument with this choice. I see where the state is trying to give these kids a chance at a good education and I applaud them for realizing that some of their schools are lacking the ability to do that. I also see where it is not fair to those who actually pay their tuition to go to the schools. It is my understanding that if the state does not cover all of the tuition with these vouchers, the private school absorbs these cost (which means the paying students absorb this cost).

While I don't totally agree with this program, this is how I have decided to look at it: Many of these kids come from dysfunctional families that do not attend a church. This is getting many kids, that would otherwise never have the ability to learn about Christ, an opportunity to learn about Him and give them at least a chance to make their own, more informed, decision about the kind of life they want to live.

If I look at it this way I can make this a positive thing in my mind.

My only lingering issues are that I feel like this should not be income-based. Once again, the middle class is left behind. I cannot afford to put five kids in private school. While we are not in a failing school, I know we are not the only people that would not be able to afford it. Since the state has decided that middle class SHOULD BE ABLE to afford it, they are not offered a way out of the failing schools.

My other issue is that this has turned in to a religious argument. School has not even started, kids have not been in the classroom yet and there are already people arguing the right or wrong of public funds being used to teach creationism. If the state starts going in and changing how/what PRIVATE schools teach, I have a problem with that. The point of these schools are that parents have more of a say as to what/how their children learn. They pay, in many cases quite a bit, for that choice.

If a parent does not like something that a particular school teaches, don't send your child there. No one is FORCING anyone into private schools, they are simply offering to pay for your child to go to a better-performing school and offering your child a chance at a good education. I don't think the state should get to change anything about the private schools and how they are run. That includes adding assessment test. If they want to add assessment test, give them to the kids that are on vouchers only. Honestly, if kids are going from failing to passing, isn't that assessment enough?

Our news station put a post about this subject on their fb page and it became a huge argument between the religious and the non-religious. That is not what this was ever about. This is about a state that is struggling with education, ADMITS they are struggling and is trying to give options to help the students. So many people get mad because the state won't do anything to fix their problems and then they get mad because of their solution. No schools, at this point anyway, are being FORCED to participate. And, it is not just private schools that you can get vouchers for. It is just that more private schools have agreed to accept students. No parents are being forced to put their child in any particular school, either. It is an OPTION being made available. Take it or leave it, but don't try and change those that are agreeing to help!

One comment that really ate away at me in the fb debate was this:
"I know that this is not a political debate, but I am a democrat and some of the things I have seen posted are what is wrong within the Republican Party. Religious beliefs/sanctities will be the fall of religion in America. Honestly, Christians as mush as they may fight against it and hate it... they are the chief cause... yes, I am off topic, but the truth is the harder they fight for "their rights" its the harder us liberal "athiests" fight for our rights. I don't think anyone (for the most part hates God), but there is a difference between having reverence for God, fearing God, and more times than not using God to propel your own beliefs religiously."

So, as a Christian, if I am reading this correctly, if I fight for MY rights it is my fault that the nation is in the place it is in. See, I thought that is why people WANTED to be in America. Because they could believe what they wanted to believe and not be put down or punished. Why is it okay for "atheists" to fight however hard they have to for their rights and the "religious" are supposed to sit back and take it? When a child is told that he/she cannot read a Bible in a public place or a "government building" my rights are being infringed upon. But, I should just take that because I would not want to stir the pot of the non-religious and cause the fall of religion in America?

And to the person that posted in the same debate "Your parents just chose to teach values through religion because it was the easy way." I can guarantee you that in the world we live in now, teaching values is not easy in any way and neither is being a Christian. Unfortunately, often times peers are heard louder than parents. Being religious is so much more than just teaching values.

I will say right now that we choose to raise our children in a religious home. That does not mean that one day they won't decide it isn't for them. And, that also does not mean that if they turn their back to their religion or they live a life that we don't completely agree with that we will turn our back on them or love them any less. We don't choose to teach our children religion to make our life easier or to make teaching our children easier. We choose it because we BELIEVE IN IT! We live it because we BELIEVE IN IT!

The other topic that has been bothering me lately is this whole Chick-fil-a argument (which some how was also brought up in the fb debate about public funds going towards teaching of creationism). I never read anywhere where anyone with Chick-fil-a said anything negative about non-traditional marriage. From what I saw, he simply said that he believed in a traditional family. That is HIS OPINION AND BELIEF! Who are we (anyone) to judge him for his belief? What makes YOUR belief any more right/wrong, better/worse than his? Why is it okay for you to speak your opinions so openly and loudly, but because he believes something different he gets called names, his business gets bashed and boycotted, etc. This is America. He has the right to have his own belief. You have a right to your beliefs, and you have a right to not spend your money where you don't want to.

The people that are calling him a bigot, I think they are confused about the definition. Bigotry is defined as intolerance toward those who hold different opinions from oneself. Has Chick-fil-a ever turned someone away and not served them because they believe something different than the founders of the chain? Dan Cathy did not go on a crusade to bash anyone. He was asked his believes and he spoke out honestly about them. Now colleges and cities who shout that they are for equality want Chick-fil-a's kicked off their campuses and not to be built in their city because he does not believe what they do? How is that equality? If we are going to believe everyone is equal, no matter race, sex or religious belief then how can we penalize him for what he feels is right? How can we even question that or allow that to become headlines for any period of time?

I will teach my children that it is okay to not have the same views/opinions/thoughts as other people and that it is okay for them to stand up for what they believe in. And, that if others disagree with their opinion that is okay too. There will never be a time when everyone agrees with everyone or everything. But, no one should ever attack or be attacked because they don't agree with the believes of someone else.

As a friend put it earlier:The intolerance of those screaming for tolerance has become deafening.