A nation in tears and the debate that goes with it.

I woke up the other morning to tragic news, I couldn't believe another school shooting and this time little kids. Tiny precious people who barely have lived. Kids who still believe people are good and life is full of rainbows and sunshine. Kids who were waiting in anticipation for Santa to come.

Since I live on the other side of the world i quickly got on line to see what I could find. The news wasn't saying much and all FB had to offer was people's stances on gun control. This has been a debate I've heard my whole life. One that gets stronger every time this happens and one that may never go away. I have vey mixed views on this, and since I currently live overseas I'm not even completely sure what the current laws are. I grew up with a dad that hunted,I know how to clean,shoot, and care for a gun. They were in my home apart of my life. I knew they were dangerous and not to be even looked at with out my dad around. So what makes me different than this shooter? Why have I not turned to violence? I could go on and on about violent video games and lack of parenting but this is not what this post is about. People seem to argue if your around guns you will use them. I don't necessarily believe having guns is bad but here is my first response. Know your kids, teach them right from wrong and if you have angry or depressed kids get rid of your guns. Keep guns locked up and keys hidden. I don't feel it's necessary to have semi automatic guns available for sale. Why would you ever need a military type gun for general use. I also can't understand why you can purchase riot gear or bullet proof vests. Why do you need those for general use? I don't necessarily think getting rid of all the guns are going to solve anything. This problem is deeper than all that. Why are people like this young man not getting help? Why are these troubled kids not seen and helped? I don't feel like this is anyone one problem. It's not one persons fault. It's due to a series of problems. I don't know his family or what his life was like so I won't say I have all the answers or even speculate what his problem was. But what I do know is this. Our nation is in pain. Children are scared to go to school and people are reacting. People are running to churches, debates,and opinions to make them feel better. We are slinging violent opinions at each other,not even caring how it makes the other person feel. What makes us any better than this young man? We are automatically putting blame one one type of person, or a group of people with certain beliefs. What we should be doing is banning together in love. Make the victims known and celebrate there life. We need to learn to see people. Say hello to people on the street, care about your neighbour, get to know someone who is different than you. We need to stop being violent with our words and start loving. I'm mot saying your opinion doesn't matter I does. I just stated mine but please think of others before you speak. And to all those affected my prayers go out to you and your families and I am deeply sorry this happened to your beautiful baby.

It's been a while

So it's been weeks since my last post,but I still have a lot to say. I'm not sure what's been stopping me busy life, no time, writers block, or maybe a little of all of it. Even at this moment I'm not really sure what to talk about. My life lately has been centred around my one year old and Christmas. I love the Christmas season it's bright and cheery and magical and dramatic. It's never perfect and it's crazy but I love it. I've enjoyed this season with J it's his second Christmas and its so much fun and difficult at the same time. He loves all the ornaments on the tree and he's pretty good at looking and not touching but every once in awhile he says mama no and hands me an ornament he's taken off the tree, oh well at least he can say the rule. He's at a very unique stage right now. He's growing and learning so much and most days it's a blast but other days man he is lucky he is cute! But even at the end of the hardest day all he has to do is say mama and hold up his chubby little arms for a cuddle and I'm hooked and all is forgiven.

I've been processing another warm Christmas, I don't know if it will ever become normal but I'm definitely used to it. I get very confused when I see my friends in sweaters and playing in snow. There are some things I really love about an Aussie Christmas. BBQ breakfast, not being freezing cold waiting to open your presents till the heater kicks in. Getting to stay up late on Christmas Eve because its still light out and well I'm the mummy now so I do the telling When it's bed time. But I have been very confused buying gifts I keep thinking I should buy my husband sweaters. Isn't that what you buy at Christmas time? I'm very excited to watch my son on Christmas morning he's just starting to know what presents are so hopefully we don't loose the plot quickly this year and enjoys it. Although I'm sure he's going to love the wrapping paper and boxes much more than the gifts under the tree.

We did buy a little tree for our little house and we love it. It's is our third Christmas here but our first tree. Our first year we were at some friends for Christmas so no tree the second year I was pregnant and oh so very sick and almost forgot about Christmas and so this year we are in our home puke free and not pregnant and ready to settle into yep we live here and here is our tree to prove it. I feel like buying a little tree is a big step when you are an expat. It's much more than a simple decoration it's a statement. Its says this is where my roots are going. I'm buying something I have to store because yep I'm Planning on being here for a few more years! Or maybe it is just a tree you decide...

Ok I know it's not much of a post but I have to get my blog flow going again....