Tonight I sat on the couch with my daughter watching the season finale of our favorite guilty pleasure reality television show. I was completely focused on the program in front of me, when I glanced momentarily away from the tv.
This is what I saw.
My daughter was carefully examining the position of my feet and trying to match her’s to mine. She had scooted herself to the edge of the couch so that her feet could rest on the coffee table. She had crossed her ankles like mine, and was busily making adjustments to get it just right.
“I’m going to keep you forever! You will stay right here with me! No school for you!” I joked, as I hugged my daughter tightly and we giggled.
“No, mommy! You no keep me! I go first grade tomorrow!” she said back to me between laughs.
“I know, Baby Girl. I know…”
To see the world through my children’s eyes is beautiful. It is safe and loving and inclusive. Everyone is worthy of being a “friend” until proven otherwise by actions or words. Appearance and background have no bearing on how people are perceived.
I do not want my children to grow up surrounded by hate and fear and mistrust of those who are different. No, I will not allow these things to mar their innocent and untainted outlook.
I am only one person, but I am a mom. I have the power to make a difference, if only in the lives of my own children.
Went for a run this morning!
WAIT. Before you scroll by thinking this is going to be a humble brag post about how fit and sporty I am, please realize it is not that in any way.
It cannot be that because I am actually not those things at all. In fact, I am a terrible runner. My “running” pace is not much faster than some people’s walking pace. I have never been athletic. Like ever. Unless you count that one time I played freshmen field hockey in high school. But everyone made the team. And I got cut the following year. So, no, that doesn’t count.
“Are your ears on?” I asked.
“Yes!” She answered happily, as she made a clicking sound with her mouth and moved her hands as if she were making sure her “listening ears” were securely in place.
“I have something very important to tell you. Are you ready?”