Telling Your Kids the Truth About History

Last night as we sat around the dinner table, my eldest (7 years old,) expressed his glee for not having school thanks to the holiday. I can’t lie that I am also glad there was no 6:30am alarm, no arguing about missing shoes, no last minute lunch packing, or fighting over the last banana. But I wanted to make sure he and the other kids understood why they get to stay home and watch Nick Jr while I catch up on some homework of my own.

Upon his words of elation, I immediately formulated a ten question quiz in my head about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. My husband, however, quickly shot me that “calm down professor” look! It brought me back to Earth and off my soapbox,mlk2 (I still went into a small lecture moment about the importance of the man and the movement.) But it got me thinking about how we teach our children the true history, the one they’re not getting in their white-washed textbooks at school. How do we make them feel pride in their country but instill a sense of understanding about where we’ve come from as a nation, and why it has landed us where we are now?

“The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character – that is the goal of true education.”

                                         Dr Martin Luther King Jr.

Every year on the week of Columbus Day, I cringe and grind my teeth while oohing and ahhing over their drawings of The Pinta and The Nina, all the while suppressing my desire to spout off the real truth about Mr. Columbus and his real “feats.” I’m not trying to pick on Chris, there are plenty of other topics that give me SMH moments. But I don’t want to be the “know it all” mom who thinks she knows better than the local school district and storms into the principal’s office demanding a different curriculum. Or maybe I should, but that seems like a different blog entry all together.

I understand, like most parents, that we can’t subject our kids to every tale of the horrors and atrocities that have been committed in the name of “conquest” and “democracy,” but we do owe them a little respect in preparing them to look past the face value of what they are hearing from one source.

So what are we to do? I think the number one step is knowing your child. As their parent, you know how much they can handle and how much they will understand.uh-xs-fiztk-alexander-dummer You obviously shouldn’t go off the rails and explain how syphilis is spread and how it destroyed the native population of the Americas. It’s also important to use kid safe language when explaining the deeper story of historical events. You don’t have to scar your children for life with the stories about the raping and pillaging done by Spanish Conquistadors, unless you have extra money to put back for their therapy sessions. But you can illustrate the point that sometimes people do bad things. It might also be a good time to point out that every story has two sides, just like that time his sister said he hit her, but he swears he was just playing with his cars.

The other important thing to remember is to tell them these things without damaging their respect for their teachers. There’s no need to go off the handle about how Miss Smith is lying to them or how “the man” is trying to keep everyone in check. Instead you can explain the importance of looking for more than one opinion on any matter and how you should always check sources before you go on to tell others these things that might not actually be fact. You’ll only be doing them a favor when they grow up and face their own world of “click bait!”

“The time is always right to do what is right.”
                                                      
                                       Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

So don’t be afraid to have that discussion with your kids, to broach the hard subjects with them in an effective and appropriate way. We don’t have to let our children become mindless sheep who believe anything and everything they hear, that’s how we got FoxNews! Teach your kids to think about what they hear; teach them to look for answers to their questions; teach them that sometimes we don’t always make the right decision, but that doesn’t mean we have to keep making the wrong decision just because that’s what has always been done. And maybe, just maybe, our children’s children will bring home more diverse crayon masterpieces to hang on the fridge.

 

Happy Birthday, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

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How did I end up here?!

Yes, that is both a question and an exclamation… how did I end up here?! I find myself, a thirty-something woman, living in the suburbs, married, four kids, mortgage, family vacations, mini van, student loans; the whole middle class starter kit.

Often I find myself sitting in wonderment, amazed by where I am at this point in my life. I honestly didn’t plan any of this. Like most of us, I had big plans for my future. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get there, but I knew where I wanted to go. I wanted to act, on Broadway. Let’s all take a moment and thank the heavens above THAT didn’t happen. I would have learned what rejection felt like, quickly.

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As a product of divorced parents, I never wanted to get married. I never believed I would find anyone worth the heartache I assumed went along with commitment. Yet when he walked into that room, I had never felt like I wanted something more in my life; my first u-turn. I was already on the verge of a change toward my intended direction when I deviated my course, shifted tracks. And when we vowed to marry one another on Groundhog Day 2006, I felt completely sure of my new path.

Again, I thought I knew what I was doing, where the new “we” were headed, two determined, career focused people. Suddenly, we had a family, and I became a stay at home mom. I never thought I would be the person who would take a step back for my spouse. But when he struggled, when he needed my support, when we couldn’t make the world work around our schedule, I changed my direction once more.

I have loved being home, not every minute of it, it’s exhausting sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been amazing. I know how lucky I am to have this time with my small children, even on the days when they drive me crazy. Yet, I found myself not sure of my direction in life. For the first time I felt out of control. I decided this time I would direct the change of course instead of adjusting to life’s sudden curve.

Now I find myself in uncomfortable positions. I have put myself back in the classroom as a student at college after ten years away. I have made the decision to continue on for a masters. I am putting myself out there in the internet universe, my words, my heart, my ideas, for all to see. I am not at all where I thought I would be.

But I ask myself, did any of us plan this? Have any of us stayed the course we originally set out on. I’m sure out there somewhere is someone who has had their whole life play out just how they planned. However, most of us are flying by the seat of our pants. Even after I thought my life was set, I’ve hit more plot twists than a George R.R. Martin novel. Yet every time I have learned that there really isn’t anything to fear from these new directions. Now though, I find myself terrified!

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So I ask myself, why a blog, why now? Blogs (and opinions) are like, well you know the old saying; everyone has one these days. So what makes mine so special? Again, I find myself being so ready for something I did not expect, did not plan. I feel so excited by this time in my life and where I am headed. There are so many changes happening, in our world, in my world; why not start at this time!

I want all of you to be excited about this process too. I am doing it as much for all those in my life as I am for myself. I want my children to look back on something amazing their mother created. I want my parents to be proud of where I’ve come from and where I’m going. I want my friends (I include my readers in that category) to laugh at my humor and find something inspiring in my words. I want my husband to watch me reinvent myself again, and cheer me on from the sidelines. And I want to see myself become the woman I know I can be, the woman I know I am.

What can you expect from all this? Some words of wisdom, encouragement when you need a lifting hand, tips, tricks, advice, musings, and laughter, lots and lots of laughter. I hope to give you, the readers, inspiration for everything from a weeknight dinner, to changing your life with exercise, to thought provoking ideas you haven’t approached before. I hope you can laugh at my shortcomings, which are numerous, relate to my opinions, which are vast, and cheer me on during my victories, which are few.

So come along with me on this journey. And I promise I’ll leave all aspirations of singing to karaoke nights with my sister!