The segment of 30 days on the Navajo Reservation really moved me. I enjoyed the show that it showed the real picture of how life is like on the rez.  I went to bed last night and the tears came rolling down my cheeks thinking of how much I'm missing out by living in the city. I miss the stillness of the morning sunrise, the solitude. I miss the culture and belief and most of all, the language. I miss it for my kids. I miss my mom. I laid awake into the wee hours of the morning thinking how much of an impact would it be for me to suddenly move back home. That means stepping away from my job with a company that I've been faithful for almost 8 years. It means how it will impact my 7-year relationship with this sudden decision. But it will mean that my kids is able to benefit from learning the language at school and reinforced at home. It will mean that they can roam freely on the land and learn from it. But it also means that I will be no longer employed, which is really the least of my worry. I just want to go home and slow down. I want to reinforce my spirituality that sustains me. I want my kids to learn what I learned and how that shaped me into who I am today, a strong individual molded by the beliefs that were passed down from generations. And because of it, I know how to keep that balance my life.

If I don't.... then I'm part of the statistics that failed as a Navajo parent by not passing down the knowledge. It will be, because of me that my kids do not know their native language.