But my son can never remove his skin, and he never made the choice to be born Black. He didn’t choose to have people at our recent Freedom Festival parade skip over him for the second year in a row and not give him candy while the white kids on either side of him got handfuls handed to them.
Our son’s heart is our responsibility, and he certainly can’t guard it on his own. So we will.
I am sorry I have disappeared! Last Thursday our son, who is normally the pinnacle of health, praise God, was diagnosed with strep throat. It threw a kink into everything, especially when he was given amoxicillian as the treatment. Little Man has a sensitivity to food dyes. We know this, so we just simply avoid… Continue reading Red Dye Wreckage
I wanted to write a long, thought out post this evening, but here I sit, eyes heavy from yet another night of little sleep. I spend the evening looking through old computer files trying to find something for someone, and got seriously distracted by videos. Videos of our child, who will be six in one,… Continue reading Time Flies
This was my “to do” list on Tuesday. You can see by the lack of a check mark next to it that I didn’t complete the task. I have a few pairs of footie pajamas for Little Man that his toes poke through that I need to fix, a few buttons to replace, the drawstring… Continue reading Mending
I wrote my last post just over a month ago. In it, I talked about how Little Man had a random meltdown about how his Grammy, my mom, was going to die. Two weeks later she had a massive brain hemorrhage. And although my mom did not die, thank God, our lives have all profoundly… Continue reading My Mom
Little Man turned five yesterday. I can’t hardly believe it myself. It seems like just yesterday we brought him home from the hospital. I remember walking out of the elevator, wondering why no one was even questioning why I would be carrying an obvious newborn in a car seat out the main doors. I remember,… Continue reading Five.