Peace and Quiet

I forget sometimes how much I enjoy a little peace and quiet. Having the house to myself and being able to completely switch off. I don’t have to be anyone other than myself. I don’t have to be mommmy, I don’t have to be a wife and I’m treating myself with a day off so I’m literally just doing nothing and being myself.

E has taken Tae into the city for an Easter Egg Hunt. She was very excited. There’s also an Easter Bonnet competition that she has an entry for. I’ve been feeling like I’m coming down with a cold so have chosen to stay at home. I’ll miss taking part in the festivities but at the same time will be thoroughly enjoying some alone time.

I’m curled up on the couch, a steaming mug of cinnamon-y coffee and a plate of grilled cheese for breakfast. I have a book next to me, the newspaper and Kenny Chesney is singing to me. I have a solitaire game loaded up on my computer. I’m wearing my warm onesie and my fluffy slippers.

Peace. Quiet. Alone Time.
Heaven.

Reasons I am rich

With all the atrocities happening in the world around us, sometimes it’s easy to get bogged down in the fear, the anger, the hatred, the uncertainty. To get so lost in others pain. Sometimes it’s important to keep things in perspective.

I won’t go to sleep hungry tonight.
I won’t go to sleep outside tonight.
I had a choice of what clothes to wear this morning.
I have access to clean drinking water.
I have access to medical care.
I have access to the Internet.
I am literate and numerate.
I have the right to vote.
I have family who love me

These all seem such simple things but there are people out there who have nothing, who would give everything for just one of those things. I need to take a step back and realise that really, I am blessed.

Things that make me irrationally angry

  • People who assume I’m good at maths because I’m Asian
  • Getting stuck behind someone who walks really slowly
  • Stubbing my toe!
  • People who try to talk to me when they can clearly see I’m on the phone
  • Illegible CAPTCHA spam filters
  • My husband putting empty cartons back in the fridge

All of those have happened to me today. Some of them multiple times, even! Wednesday, why do you hate me so?

I feel a little better for being able to get some of that off my chest. It’s now evening and I can relax!

What makes you irrationally angry?

Long Time Dead

A long lost blogger reappears
Apparently I haven’t blogged here since April 2011. That’s almost 5 years. FIVE YEARS! Where has the time gone?
I’m not entirely sure what happened, other than life.

So much has changed and yet at the same time everything is exactly the same.

Family
Tae is now an exhuberant eight-year-old who loves to help people, is obsessed with pirates and flowers and unicorns. She loves to dance and has taken after me with a love for country music. We’re starting country music dancing lessons next month.
She is still the light of my life.

I’m now married to a wonderful man who shall be referred to here as E – he has asked that I not talk about him on my blog and I shall respect that. We’ve been married since September 2015.

Life
We still live in Acton, MA. We’ve moved from our apartment to a house with a garden and I’ve discovered a love for gardening. I still work in education and am passionate about equality. I’m still involved in mentoring. I’m still in love with learning. I don’t actually think it’s possible for any of these to change.

This site
I thought about deleting all the old blog posts and just starting from scratch but then I don’t want to lose some of those memories I’ve posted. So I’m leaving them there.
I have a new layout and a new about me page.
I’ve got rid of the blogthings page. I still love taking those silly random quizzes but don’t think they need to have their own page.
I need to go through those fanlistings, update links, delete anything that’s invalid.
I need to actually post those 101 Things. I’ve signed up at Day Zero Project
I’m thinking of adding pages for book reviews and recipes.

And so…
I think that’s enough for my first update back. I’m excited to get this site back up and running, start blogging on a semi-regular basis and actually see what happens from here on in!

Birth Order and IQ

I recently re-read an old NY Times article which claimed that eldest children have higher IQs.

The study found an average of a 3 point difference in IQ, when other factors relating to IQ were factored out (stuff like the parents’ educational attainment, family size, etc.). The study was done in Norway, based on IQs of men born between 1967 and 1976, measured when they were 18 or 19 years old. They even compared first borns with children who were second born but became the eldest after a death in the family. These “eldests” still had higher IQs.

I’m not Norwegian. I wasn’t born between 1967 and 1976. I’m not male.

I will admit, I’m an eldest. I have one little sister, and I’m pretty sure she has a higher IQ than me (if SAT scores are any predictor). Yes, I had the benefit of having my mother’s sole undivided attention for the first 3 years of my life. Yes, I remember teaching my little sister multiplication right after I learned it in third grade. (So ironic that she’s a mathematician.) Did that make me smarter? Maybe, maybe not. But guess what? I’m happy with my life, high IQ or not. Doesn’t that count for anything any more?

I’m pretty sure that when I have more children, yes, they will get treated differently than my first born. I can imagine being slightly less paranoid with my subsequent children. But, I don’t think I’ll give them any less attention or stimulation or love. Yes, my older children will probably get to help out with the younger ones. But will that give them higher IQ scores? Does it matter? Maybe I don’t want to raise cautious children (typically, eldest children). Maybe I want to raise risk-takers (typically, younger children).

How do you think this plays out in your family?