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12 March 2007

The Banning of Mother's Day Cards at School?



Metro - Date ??

“A school in Wales has banned children from making Mother's Day cards. Helen Starkey, head teacher at Johnstown Primary School, in Carmarthen, West Wales, took the decision to avoid upsetting children without a mother. She explained 'More than 5% of children here are separated from their birth mother and have either no contact or no regular contact with their mother. These include children who are bereaved, children whose parents are separated and are not domiciled with their mothers, and children who have been removed from parental care by statutory bodies. In all of our dealings with these children, we have to exercise great sensitivity.'

And if you're not British?
Mothers' Day is always celebrated on the second Sunday in May in Australia, Austria, Belgium, Brazil, Brunei, Canada, Chile, China, Colombia, Cyprus, Czech. Republic, Denmark, Fiji, Finland, Germany, Greece, Holland, Hong Kong, Iceland, India, Italy, Japan, Kenya, Latvia, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Malaysia, Malta, New Zealand, Philippines, Russia, Singapore, Slovak, Republic, South Africa, Swaziland, Switzerland, Taiwan, Trinidad, Turkey, Uruguay, USA, Venezuela, and Zimbabwe.
It's not tied into the church calendar as it is in the UK.
How did it start?
Traditionally, 16th century servants were given time off to return home and visit their mother, often taking a small gift or posy of flowers. Better-off servants would bring a special mothering cake. At the time, most young people in service lived away from their families and welcomed the rare opportunities to spend time with them.
Earlier still, the Ancient Greeks held spring celebrations in honor of Rhea, the Mother of the Gods. Rites in honour of Cybele, the mother of Classical Roman gods, lasted for 3 days.”


ESTHER’S COMMENTS

I know this is old news, but I was quite ticked off to read such nonsense. In terms of being politically correct, this Headteacher has lost the plot. Maybe she should consider leaving her job to cultivate peanuts on Mount Everest or some other job that requires very little thought processes and intelligence.

It seems that in the 21st century, we are becoming a body and a new class of Qualified Idiots. Being Politically Correct or “not” seems to be the order of the day, where in essence the focus of what really matters is pushed under the carpet.

There is a real crisis in terms of the education system in this country and how children and young people are seriously under-achieving, and leaving school without being able to read or write and a plethora of other problems. Therefore, one would think that this Headteacher would have better things to expend precious energy and time on than this?

The fact remains here is that Mother’s Day is a long-standing tradition. The fact here is that there will always be children who for one reason or the other are not with their mother. There is something called creativity. There is something called common sense and if this teacher was not so caught up within the veil of her own warped ideologies, she would not have made this such an issue.

If she was really “bovvered” about anything at all, maybe she should look at making school meals more appetising!!!!!!

My opinion is that rather than totally scrapping the making of Mother’s Day Cards, why not be a little creative, use a little common sense and get the children to make cards for “Special Women/Ladies” in their lives who hold the significance of a maternal role to them.

But I guess I am no position, being a mother, to think of such obvious, basic, positive alternatives such as the aforementioned and therefore, would you say that thinking outside the box is not PC enough, in order to make real judgements and decisions about something as simplistic and basic as the above solution?

Have I Arrived?

Over the past few weeks, I have realised a magnificent yet tremendous change within myself. It is as if I am on a different plane, as if I am on this interesting and surreal journey of personal development, so intense that it feels as if scales have been lifted off my eyes and I am viewing the world on a different plane.

I feel I can see the world through sharper focus. All of a sudden, I am able to take in things around me which before, I had been oblivious to. All of a sudden my senses are heightened.

I can also feel this tremendous rush of energy seated within the bowls of my stomach and the gurgling and bubbling up of something so strong and intense, that at times I feel to explode.

Yet, I do not question all these changes and feelings that I am experiencing because I now know. I now know myself more in-depth. I am more aware of who I am at my very core. I have been working on and through myself once again. Exploring, digging deep, trying to understand what I am about, looking at my beliefs and whether they need to be re-arranged, if anything warped exists within. Looking at how I perceive myself, those around me, my environment and generally assessing my life.

I am now in a very beautiful place. A place where I just know. A place where I am comfortable being me and this has manifested itself in the opportunities and various things that are constantly coming my way. I feel as if I have arrived, reaching the pinnacle of self-actualisation – as per Abraham Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Yet, does one every truly ever arrive? Does one ever truly reach their full potential when life always has so much more to offer and for one to strive towards?

Yet at this moment in time, I am excelling and my heart is truly elated. All those late nights and sacrifices are yielding in abundance. Yes, there will be arrows shot at me along the way, there will be obstacles, gossip, etc, etc but the way I feel now, is because I am so secure within myself, these things are minor and will bounce off my back. I am not saying I will never feel the pain and brunt of a jealous man’s arrow and at times I too may reel with the pain of such an infliction, yet I feel I am strong enough now, stronger now to face what must be.

I am also living each day as if it is my last. Doing what I must and trying to enjoy the journey along with way and it’s great. I am meeting some wonderful people and experiencing many new and positive things. My favourite verse by Dr Maya Angelou says:

I am the dream and the hope of the slave
I am the gift that my ancestors gave
I rise, I rise, I rise

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