First and foremost, thank everyone who reached out to me during this horrific weather as a tropical storm moved across my city. My family and I are safe and we were blessed not to have any damage. Priase God for His blessing and protection. Now, my prayer is that everyone else is safe in the path of this destructive weather.
Now for what you came for, and that is to learn about a new book and meet an author. You're in for a treat with today's author, Michael A. Brown and his book "What I Tell Myself FIRST: Children's Real-World Affirmations of Self Esteem."
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A lot of adults have dark roads.
Started from when they were young. The hug they didn't get. The pain they didn't learn to manage because mom and/or dad patched mostly all of their wounds and fought mostly all their battles. Traveling through life, hearing, "You're fat. You're slow. You're not like us. You're ugly. I felt disrespected when he said...No one loves me."
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When I traveled with this book pre-COVID-19, I learned more globally about children's curiosity is great for, according to Arnold Edinborough, "Curiosity is the very basis of education, and if you tell me that curiosity killed the cat, I say only the cat died nobly." One should be noble in their quest for knowledge. I am a rather animated teacher. So, we are all having fun when I present. I love reaching their hearts and minds. Some of them bring me to tears, happily. Their responses and truth are so refreshing. This is actually therapeutic for me. However, you can actually tell the children who are suffering from pain at home. They don't participate. No poker faces. They don't believe what is being said. Children have yet to develop filters. It is rather easy to see their non-participation as a likely indicator. It is furthermore sad to say that some daycares are NOT teaching the children anything. They are just babysitters being taught by televisions. In some, the discipline is lacking for story time. That, too, was and is my continuous inspiration.
Growing up, I would move between my mother's and grandmother's homes from time to time. In both homes, my brother, sister, uncle, and I went to various churches. As time passed, my mother inherited property as a result of my great-grandmother's death. My mother appeared to have been fascinated with the church, as is the tradition among African Americans to have either been born into Christianity and attend church or seek Christianity, its assistance, and fellowship in a time of need. A building plan was finalized and donations were being solicited from the church members to erect it.
My mother, believing bigger, giving equaled bigger and faster lottery-like blessings, refinanced her inherited property, being our residence. She then donated over 85% (approximately $30,000) of the finances from the loan to the church. The building would never be built. Her donation and neglect of the duties for which the funds were acquired resulted in the foreclosure of the property and us being in a homeless state, with mother never to question the disposition of the donation or demand its return. Why did a mother with children do such a thing? The need for assistance and association in time of need, I would later learn, is the doorway by which some self-proclaimed pastors capitalize on those in said state to acquire, among other things, monetary donations while delivering spiritual stimulation as the payback. Mother gave all selflessly for the promise of earthly riches that would never come. She passed in 2018.