My 13 year old epitomizes the term "heavy sleeper." The worst part of my day has always been any time that I have to wake him up. Homeschool definitely makes that part easier because I can try to let him wake up naturally. Not always, though, because he has been known to sleep all day. … Continue reading I Hate Waking My Son Up
My 20 year old son, Kaleb, recently got pulled over. Thankfully, he ended up just getting a warning. And the police officer was a nice guy who talked to him for a few minutes and even tried to shake his hand. That's a little alarming since we are in the middle of a pandemic. Kaleb … Continue reading Ahmaud Arbery Couldn’t Outrun The Hate
Race is a funny thing. You hear a lot of contradicting messages from the world. Be colorblind. Have pride in your race. I don't see color. You know how (insert race) people are. Why do they segregate themselves? There is no white privilege. That's reverse discrimination. (No such thing, by the way. It's all just discrimination.)I … Continue reading I’d Like To Buy The World A Goat.
When I was a kid, I was very aware of the perceived differences between black and white people and the basic separation. It was rare to see an interracial couple and when you did, it was a big deal. And not necessarily in a good way. I didn't have an issue with it, but, yeah, … Continue reading Race and Shifting Perspectives.
So, the other day, I took the kids to McDonald's after my daughter reminded me that I had promised her a trip there at some point in the week. On a side note, I've got to stop doing that. Because I may forget, but she definitely won't. The three of them were sitting at a … Continue reading Should My Black Kids Have To Hear The N-Word?
There's a difference between prejudice and racism. We all have prejudices. Right or wrong, I think we all do. The trick is to recognize them and not to let those prejudices dictate your behavior. Because then you are a racist. Growing up, I had black friends. It wasn't a big deal. Why should it be? … Continue reading Fighting For My Children
I said to Lizzie, "We could get your hair braided. Then we wouldn't have to re-do it every morning." And, then I referenced a little girl in her class so she'd know what I meant by braided. "No! I don't want my hair like hers." This didn't please me since I really love the idea of … Continue reading Braids, Hoodies, And Driving While Black – The Usual Stuff That All White Parents Deal With…
Lizzie is the only black child in her class. She is one of two in the whole preschool. Yeah, we clearly don’t live in the most diverse area. I have struggled with whether we should relocate to a different part of town. We have talked about it, but in the end it always comes down … Continue reading Teaching My Little Girl To Love Her Skin.
As we were rushing out the door, the other morning, Antwan asked me why his skin was “brown.” With no time to sit down and have a heart-to-heart, I said “Because you were born that way, your skin is beautiful. Get your backpack.” I made a mental note to come back to it later. If I … Continue reading Mommy, Why Am I Brown?
One thing that I have learned is that when you adopt transracially, it's going to be different. There are things that I have learned about being black and things that I've learned about being the mother of a black child. I've learned that even the most well intentioned person will make a prejudiced statement and that there … Continue reading Would This Happen If My Child Was White?