Monday, November 11, 2024

Childhood Interrupted

Pre-teen or teen? What’s the rush? Why the rush? Why school, friends, and extra-curriculars like sports and music bands are not enough, who knows? Sex hormones take over and boys spread their genes and disappear, and young mothers and their children serve as collateral damage.  

Was it love? Infatuation or crush? A distraction from your life goals for sure for when intimacy gets in the way and the consequence is pregnancy, it means loss of your childhood. More often than not, immature boys disappear and you’re on your own. Remember that brains don’t fully develop until around 25 years old. What did your boy know? What did you know about motherhood and raising a child?

There was a time when most of my Kindergarten students’ mothers were in their teens supported by their young mothers who conceived them in their teens, too. A vicious cycle of childhood interruption. Instead of growing intellectually, emotionally and physically, they had to bear the pains of pregnancy and motherhood. On the bright side, they were back to school with family support. Unlucky were those who had to fend for themselves and start making a living to raise a starving fatherless child. Imagine the limited jobs and income for young girls who don’t have a high school diploma, creating a vicious cycle of poverty, failed relationships, domestic abuse, and homelessness.  

Young mothers and their families are not the only ones who suffer from the consequences of teen pregnancy. It’s the growing children who have questions about their missing fathers who suffer the most for when they start forming their identities and a piece of the puzzle is missing, that’s when rebellion starts. Were they unwanted children? A result of an accident or mistake? Do they have a grandfather or stepfather figure who can be role models? The cycle continues for young boys who will find comfort in the arms of as many girls they can bed and leave weeping. Such was the case in one high school where there were about a dozen children with the same surname. They called themselves “cousins” for having the same teen father who was absent in their lives. Whether this adonis father grew up to be involved in a decent or indecent business, no one knew, but the sad truth in that small town was that he left the young mothers to fend for themselves and some of his boys ended up in jail.

When my young roommates started having boyfriends, I gently reminded them that God had a reason to put heads above hearts. It’s reason before emotions. It’s reason that rules, but what could they do with stronger boys? What did they know about consent and rape? What was clear though was that I was there for them when tears started falling for two out of three boys had a change of heart. What did they know when the prefrontal cortex wasn’t fully developed?

Save the pre-teens and teens. Parents don’t stop being their primary teachers and the home the primary school once adolescence starts. This is a crucial time to form “friendship” and see eye to eye, and lend an ear to growing pains exacerbated by electronic addiction, “Sephora kid” trend, online bullying, sextortion, and opportunistic testosterone-high boys. Let our girls grow and fulfil their dreams. Stop childhood interruption! MLJ/10/11/2024/OnTeenPregnancy

Wednesday, October 02, 2024

Snowperson in October

 PATIENCE, HARD WORK, DETERMINATION, TEAMWORK... A bunch of grade 6s built huge snow people yesterday. (The girls asked why they should be called “snowmen”!)The middle part/ball got too big and heavy for them to lift that it took them many trials and errors until I gave them a hint to roll it up instead. (I remembered rolling heavy balikbayan boxes from the basement into the car years ago; now I can’t do that anymore.) Then they remembered their simple machines and created an inclined plane with snow. Success! The first snow person was thawing and getting skinny with the sun shining and it was leaning towards doom, so they made a wedge at its base. Experiential learning at its best! MLJ/10/2019/StJohnPaulII



"They aren't indigenous, but they live in First Nations..."

 "... and have a unique view on reconciliation"

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Insulated Listening

This song reminds me of some couples’ typical exchange at dinnertime:
Wife: Prices are so high! We can’t afford beef this time. I just got fish. I hope you like it.
Husband: Hmm…
W: Also we haven’t bought all the kids’ school supplies.
H: Hmm…
W: School bus fees went up, too.
H: Hmm…
W: When will you check the leak in the bathroom?
H: Hmm…
W: Have you been listening? I’ve been talking and talking here. You never listen! (Walks out.)
H: ???
MLJ/14/09/2024

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Wednesday, September 04, 2024

Did salaries go up?

 

https://toronto.citynews.ca/2024/01/23/canadian-grocery-price-comparison-2019-2024/



Tuesday, September 03, 2024

GENERATION SWIPE

No attention in the classroom. No learning. No education. No...
Where is this world headed? Psychological cases keep on rising.
And no more doctors available. Hospitals are closing.
Will this generation beget another swipe generation?



"Horse" by Geraldine Brooks

 I normally don't read fiction during a school year, but it was the long weekend and I couldn't resist "Horse". I couldn't put it down, but had to discipline myself and go back to my paperwork. Zzz...  


Sunday, September 01, 2024

Suddenly!

Suddenly, there are lines.
Straight, wavy, curved.
Laugh lines, deep or fine.

Suddenly, there’s thinning.
Going gray, silver or white.
No telling if they’re hiding!

Suddenly, there are accoutrements.
A cane. A power wheelchair or scooter.
For limbs. For eyes, ears, mouth, heart.

Suddenly there’s tripping.
On even ground. Imagine!
And your middle expanding.

Has it been 42 years of adulting?
Of responsible citizenship?
A sweat for every earning?

Soon it’s the end of scrimping and saving
For it’s the last of your payday,
And the federal gods will be saying
How much more you should be breathing!
MLJ/28/08/2024


Wednesday, August 21, 2024

How sweet thou art?

Sow thistle, what a sight it’s been!
With hoverflies hovering,
Red-belted bumble bees buzzing,
Cabbage whites silently slurping
Your sweet, sweet nectar flowing
And on your stems sticking
Spiders and ants wishing you’d stay
A never-ending summer they pray
For you morph into seeds
On white, feathery pappuses.

Oh, well. No use complaining
For henceforth we’re all wintering.
Thanks to your stubborn roots clinging,
Wicked winds blowing, seeds scattering,
Your sweetness we’ll be sucking next spring.
MLJ/23/08/2024/EastLakePark