This time of the year always does this to me, and with Thanksgiving here, it’s not going to get any better anytime soon. I’m looking forward to Thanksgiving (my favorite holiday, as Betty and Boo were born on that day!) and spending time with my family.
Don’t tell anyone, but I’m also very much looking forward to a couple days sans-kids. I love ’em, I truly do, but they’re off from school this entire week and have been invited to spend a few of them with the grandparents while The Husband and I slip into simultaneous comas. I’ll likely be doing some reading as part of the Thankfully Reading Weekend event being hosted by Beth Fish Reads, Jenn’s Bookshelves, and Devourer of Books. I participated last year, and it was a lot of fun. (More details can be found at Jenn’s Bookshelves.)
This week I also (finally!) finished listening to the audiobook of Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Oppression for Women Worldwide by Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. As many others have said, this is one of the most inspiring and heartbreaking books I’ve ever read (or listened to). There were many times I found myself cringing, smiling, on the verge of tears, and angry that such horrific depravity exists. There were times I had to turn off the CD, times when I thought I couldn’t possibly listen to any more stories of such savage and inhumane acts.
And the irony wasn’t lost on me. Here I am, an average middle class mom of two wonderful kids, college-educated and gainfully employed, cruising through the Starbucks drive through for a latte and I’m finding it too diffcult to listen to these stories when the victims would probably give anything to trade places with me and have the opportunities and blessings that I fully recognize I’ve been given. With what they’ve been through, with all their suffering and heartbreak, I felt that I owed it to them to hear their cries, to feel their pain, to listen to their stories.
With all the heavy reading I’ve been doing this week and my scrooged mood, I think I might need to spend a little time with these people over Thanksgiving weekend:
I’m thinking of purchasing this as a Christmas present for my mom. (It’s OK that I’ve just revealed this on my blog, which she reads. We kind of have this thing where we oftentimes tell each other our Christmas presents. Don’t ask, because I’m not quite sure if I have an explanation for it … it’s just something we do.)