Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see,
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
So to honor Him
Pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.
Little Baby
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give our King
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you!
Pa rum pum pum
On my drum.
Mary nodded
Pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him
Pa rum pum pum
I played my best for Him
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.
Take a look what you've started,In the world flashing from your eyes, And you know that you've got it,From the thunder you feel inside, I believe in a feeling,Of the pain that you left to die, I believe in the livin' In life that you give to try
21.12.13
17.12.13
Thank you !!
To The Women Who Choose Not To Have Kids Dec. 10, 2013
By Abby Rosmarin
To the women who choose not to have kids, I have one thing to say: thank you.
You probably don’t hear it enough. In fact, you probably don’t hear it at all. What you do hear is an array of pro-childbearing responses, such as, “You’ll change your mind someday,” or, “Doesn’t your mother want grandkids?” or, “You’ll never find a husband if you never want to have kids.”
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All things considered, “thank you” is probably on the opposite end of what you hear.
But seriously: thank you. Thank you for recognizing that childrearing isn’t for you and being true to who you are. It doesn’t mean you hate kids. It just means that raising one is not part of your path in life.
Thank you for not succumbing to the societal pressures. I’ve known far too many parents who had kids because that’s what was expected of them. Working in childcare, you see more of this type than you wish to see. The resentment is almost palpable. They love their children — at least, they have no choice but to love their children — but every single movement seems to scream, “I wasn’t meant for this.” I’ve known too many people who grew up with at least one parent who harbored that resentment, who let that resentment dictate how they parented. I’ve seen how that influenced the way these former children are now as adults, or even as parents themselves.
Thank you for not trying to compromise who you are in an effort to keep a partner around. Thank you for being honest and open and refusing to apologize for who you are. Everyone has different values. Everyone wants something different in life. It takes a lot of guts and confidence to say, “This is what I want in life. It’s not the orthodox way, but it’s my way.”
Thank you for not trying to silence that feeling in your gut as a means to validate your life. There are too many people in this world who cannot figure out their path — or have stumbled while walking down said path — and decided that maybe having a child could provide that meaning and definition instead. You understand that down this path lies vicarious living and hurt emotions and you recognize that there are so many other ways to find love and meaning and joy in your life.
Raising children is a difficult, onerous, frustrating, and disappointing gig. It’s tough enough for those who want it. It is a rewarding and loving gig as well, but it’s not something one should go into while focusing only on reward and love and societal acceptance. In this day and age, with a booming population in almost every country, it makes no sense to pressure every person to have a baby. But we’re sticklers to tradition, ritualistic to a fault.
So thank you. It’s not easy to stand firm with your belief. Honestly, truly, and genuinely: thank you.
Do Thought Catalog
By Abby Rosmarin
To the women who choose not to have kids, I have one thing to say: thank you.
You probably don’t hear it enough. In fact, you probably don’t hear it at all. What you do hear is an array of pro-childbearing responses, such as, “You’ll change your mind someday,” or, “Doesn’t your mother want grandkids?” or, “You’ll never find a husband if you never want to have kids.”
Like Thought Catalog on Facebook.
All things considered, “thank you” is probably on the opposite end of what you hear.
But seriously: thank you. Thank you for recognizing that childrearing isn’t for you and being true to who you are. It doesn’t mean you hate kids. It just means that raising one is not part of your path in life.
Thank you for not succumbing to the societal pressures. I’ve known far too many parents who had kids because that’s what was expected of them. Working in childcare, you see more of this type than you wish to see. The resentment is almost palpable. They love their children — at least, they have no choice but to love their children — but every single movement seems to scream, “I wasn’t meant for this.” I’ve known too many people who grew up with at least one parent who harbored that resentment, who let that resentment dictate how they parented. I’ve seen how that influenced the way these former children are now as adults, or even as parents themselves.
Thank you for not trying to compromise who you are in an effort to keep a partner around. Thank you for being honest and open and refusing to apologize for who you are. Everyone has different values. Everyone wants something different in life. It takes a lot of guts and confidence to say, “This is what I want in life. It’s not the orthodox way, but it’s my way.”
Thank you for not trying to silence that feeling in your gut as a means to validate your life. There are too many people in this world who cannot figure out their path — or have stumbled while walking down said path — and decided that maybe having a child could provide that meaning and definition instead. You understand that down this path lies vicarious living and hurt emotions and you recognize that there are so many other ways to find love and meaning and joy in your life.
Raising children is a difficult, onerous, frustrating, and disappointing gig. It’s tough enough for those who want it. It is a rewarding and loving gig as well, but it’s not something one should go into while focusing only on reward and love and societal acceptance. In this day and age, with a booming population in almost every country, it makes no sense to pressure every person to have a baby. But we’re sticklers to tradition, ritualistic to a fault.
So thank you. It’s not easy to stand firm with your belief. Honestly, truly, and genuinely: thank you.
Do Thought Catalog
3.11.13
1.11.13
E tenho dito!!!!
Quero o direito de estar gorda! De entrar em uma churrascaria e comer sem que as pessoas fiquem me observando. Porque as pessoas sempre observam nossos pratos, mas conheço muito magro que come muito mais do que eu.
Quero o direito de frequentar clubes, piscinas e praias sem que as pessoas achem um absurdo eu estar com aquele maiô que expõe minhas celulites e meus fartos seios! Quero o direito de entrar em uma academia e ninguém ficar me olhando torto, porque eu também tenho o direito de exercitar o meu corpo. Aliás, penso que até mais do que quem me olha. Quero o direito de me acabar em uma pista de dança sem que as pessoas me critiquem.
Quero usar a roupa que me convier, sem que meçam a mim da cabeça aos pés. Quero poder me maquiar e me arrumar, sem receio de parecer ridícula. A sensação que tenho é que gordos não podem se arrumar, parece que estamos afrontando aos que acreditam estar dentro de uma beleza perfeita.
Quero o direito de comer uma barra de chocolate sem que seja censurada por isso. Quero poder dizer não à salada quando eu quiser comer massa. E quero poder dizer sim à Coca Light porque simplesmente eu prefiro, e não porque é menos engordativa.
Quero poder escolher minhas lingeries sexy nas araras das lojas, mas quero também poder usar aquela calcinha enorme de algodão que me deixa com ar de menina travessa combinada com aquele camisetão, um rabo de cavalo, pantufas e bons filmes na TV!
Quero o direito de me empolgar com o gato da rua de cima de casa sem que as pessoas achem que ele jamais iria me querer porque estou gorda. Quero o direito de acreditar que posso ser excelente profissional, mulher, amiga, mãe, independente de estar gorda ou não!
Quero que as pessoas entendam que o que tenho aqui dentro é muito maior do que eles enxergam do lado de fora e, por isso, quero o direito de me achar linda, poderosa, e muito gostosa ao olhar no espelho. Quero o direito de ser eu mesma, com meus sonhos e desejos, alguns gordos e outros magros, nesse mundo onde as pessoas estão tão parecidas, tão sem gostos próprios, tão massificadas, tão "Maria vai com as outras". Quero o direito de ser e de fazer diferente, mesmo que isso incomode!
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Quero o direito de frequentar clubes, piscinas e praias sem que as pessoas achem um absurdo eu estar com aquele maiô que expõe minhas celulites e meus fartos seios! Quero o direito de entrar em uma academia e ninguém ficar me olhando torto, porque eu também tenho o direito de exercitar o meu corpo. Aliás, penso que até mais do que quem me olha. Quero o direito de me acabar em uma pista de dança sem que as pessoas me critiquem.
Quero usar a roupa que me convier, sem que meçam a mim da cabeça aos pés. Quero poder me maquiar e me arrumar, sem receio de parecer ridícula. A sensação que tenho é que gordos não podem se arrumar, parece que estamos afrontando aos que acreditam estar dentro de uma beleza perfeita.
Quero o direito de comer uma barra de chocolate sem que seja censurada por isso. Quero poder dizer não à salada quando eu quiser comer massa. E quero poder dizer sim à Coca Light porque simplesmente eu prefiro, e não porque é menos engordativa.
Quero poder escolher minhas lingeries sexy nas araras das lojas, mas quero também poder usar aquela calcinha enorme de algodão que me deixa com ar de menina travessa combinada com aquele camisetão, um rabo de cavalo, pantufas e bons filmes na TV!
Quero o direito de me empolgar com o gato da rua de cima de casa sem que as pessoas achem que ele jamais iria me querer porque estou gorda. Quero o direito de acreditar que posso ser excelente profissional, mulher, amiga, mãe, independente de estar gorda ou não!
Quero que as pessoas entendam que o que tenho aqui dentro é muito maior do que eles enxergam do lado de fora e, por isso, quero o direito de me achar linda, poderosa, e muito gostosa ao olhar no espelho. Quero o direito de ser eu mesma, com meus sonhos e desejos, alguns gordos e outros magros, nesse mundo onde as pessoas estão tão parecidas, tão sem gostos próprios, tão massificadas, tão "Maria vai com as outras". Quero o direito de ser e de fazer diferente, mesmo que isso incomode!
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18.10.13
12.10.13
Feliz dia das criancas
Quero desejar um feliz dia das criancas para todas as criancas, aquelas que sao e para as que ainda existem dentro dos adultos que nao as deixaram morrer.
2.3.13
Visitinhas que fazem bem
Pois bem, amo muito LOTR, o que gosto muito de fazer e umas maratonas de vez em quando, principalmente porque tenho a versao estendida dos filmes (fico parecendo pinto no lixo de felicidade). Acho que depois vou organizar mais uma so para matar as saudades.
28.2.13
Luto
Triste ao saber do falecimento da mãe de uma grande amiga. Gostaria muito de estar perto para poder abraça-lá.
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