Now with that said there is a new there is also a new movement that says that we should stop calling our daughters "bossy" because it gives them a complex. You don't call boys bossy so why would you call girls bossy right? Well when I was growing up, I was called bossy a lot. Actually I am still called bossy. All the time. I am bossy and I do not really have a better word for what I am. When I was a kid I thought it was great that I was called bossy. I was the only girl and I was the oldest of my siblings and the cousins I knew/hung out with. I was one bossy little punk. Now I am a little less bossy but still bossy nonetheless. I loved it and still do!
My problem with these things that we are doing to our young girls, our youth, our daughters, is that we are taking our own insecure feelings and pushing them on girls how never had those feelings. How about instead of pacifying a girl and making sure her feelings don't get hurt, we just make her feel confident. How about instead of judging a girl or telling girls what they should and shouldn't be called we teach them to take ownership of who they are and grow gracefully into that. How about instead of getting so butt hurt over every tiny thing that someone does or says we focus on our lives and our problems. This world is so big and adults need to stop making problems for children. Let them play cowboys and Indians. Let them shoot toy guns. Let them play with Barbie dolls for heaven's sake! Better yet, just let them be kids?
Now that my rant is over I have some stories to share :) I hope you dug out a nice chunk of time for this post! Thanks for reading!
10 March
2014
The Mirror
Part 2
Katie
took a deep, long breath and opened her eyes, just in case the little
ghost girl may have just been due to lack of sleep.
“Help me!”
nope the girl was still there. Katie then reached her hand and
touched the glass.
“Grab my
hand,” said Katie. The little girl did and Katie pulled, unsure if
it she could actually pull the girl through. Miraculously she did!
“Who are you and why are you in my mirror?”
“Oh thank
you for saving me! My name is,” just as Katie was about to learn
the girl's name, Katie's mother walked in her room to investigate the
noise.
“KATIE
NO!!!!!!!!” Katie's mother had a look of terror on her face.
Suddenly, Katie's mother threw her arms forward and sparks came out.
She grabbed the girl who was shifting into an evil looking man and
shoved him back into the mirror, destroying the mirror in the
process.
“Mom?
What? How...” Katie passed out cold from all of the excitement.
When she came to, her parents and sisters were standing around her,
“Ugh what happened?”
“My dear,
we need to talk. You saw a family secret today,” explained her
mother. It all flooded back. The lack of sleep, the banging, the
girl, the evil man and her mom doing something crazy with her hands.
“What did
you do? Who was that? What in the world is going on?” Katie was
confused and kinda angry at the same time.
“Well
honey, our family comes from the oldest coven in the world. We are
tasked with keeping the world safe from harm. What I pushed back into
the mirror was an evil warlock named Iago. He is evil, malicious and
wants to destroy the world. Your great grandmother sent him into that
mirror. We thought it was safe in your room because you haven't shown
any powers yet. Luckily it takes him a minute to gain all his powers
back and I came in before he could,” Katie just stared at her
mother in complete disbelief as she explained what happened.
“Coven?
Are we witches? What in the world is going on?This is not real. This
cannot be happening! Why didn't anyone tell me I was a,” Katie
could barely bring herself to say it, “witch.”
“I know we
should have told you. I just wanted you to be normal before you
accepted your witch background. I suppose we have a lot to teach you.
We are going to start by getting rid of this mirror,” responded
Katie's mother.
“Don't we
just toss it?” asked Katie.
“No
sister, then Iago can get out! We must completely abolish it from
this world and all other worlds,” said Katie's older sister.
The family
had gathered the glass with help from the vacuum. Very last spec had
to be gathered. They held hands around the pile of glass and Katie's
mother said a spell. It was simple but Katie didn't understand it.
Suddenly the glass flared up into bright pink and blue flames then
disappeared without leaving any marks that it had been there. Katie
knew her life was completely different from this day forward, she
just didn't realize how much.
11 March
2014
The
Painting Part 1
Javaneh
was completely startled by what was happening. She touched the
painting, she knew that wasn't supposed to but she touched it and she
was transported into a crucifixion scene! She definitely did not fit
in either. She was wearing a dress and heels and everyone else wore
toga and other old timey clothes. Luckily everyone was clearly
concerned with the people and Jesus on the cross that no one noticed
Javaneh standing out in the crowd.
She was
about to dodge into what she thought was a restaurant or something
similar when she was grabbed by a man on a horse and taken away.
Javaneh screamed and kicked but to no avail. She was terrified that
someone HAD noticed her and she was going to be killed. After a few
minutes of riding the pair stopped at a church. As her kidnapper
dismounted she noticed a lock of blond hair.
“How many
of you are here?” asked Javaneh's captor. As he took off his hood
she realized he was actually a she.
“Just me.
I'm pretty sure, who are you? What the heck is going on?” asked
Javaneh.
“My name
is Mary and I am here to help you get back. At your museum and many
others, there are portals in paintings to real life events. Only
certain people can go through the portals. Now typically people who
come through are dressed more appropriately than you are which makes
me think you have no idea you can travel. I need to send you back and
if you ever come back please bring a change of clothes and a friend
okay?”
“I can
travel through time?!” Javaneh was thrilled at this! She loved
history and would love to watch it in person.
“Kind of
yes. You can travel through time but only as an observer. If you ever
interact with an event or change a major event you will be completely
dispelled and then I will have to fix the problem. There are several
of us but I like your enthusiasm. Plus you do know how to dress well.
I can be your guide around the paintings until you get better
acquainted at painting travel,” explained Mary.
Javaneh
thought of all the beautiful paintings in her museum. All she had to
do was touch them and be pulled into another time. She could see all
the events in the world that she loved! She needed to travel the
world now and see all the museums and travel to her favorite time
periods. Her excitement was nearly uncontainable!
“Okay I
think the painter is ready. Now if you ever need to get back to your
land, you need to find one of our artists. They will always have a
gold ring on their right hand's middle finger. Tell them where you
came from and they will quickly paint your place back. You will touch
it the same way you touched this painting and voila! You will be back
home. Okay so lets get you home and take this. This is my bracelet.
So long as you have this, I will be wherever you travel to just in
case you need me. Are we clear on all this?” Javaneh nodded yes,
“Good! Now next time pick a more low key event. Like maybe Monet's
Garden. He always has people there, then I can explain this better to
you. Good luck Javaneh!”
Javaneh was
led to her home painting and touched it. She was thrust right back in
the museum like nothing had happened. Life was about to get really
exciting and she could not wait to take Scott on one of her trips!
Paint travel, who would have thought?!
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