Saturday, November 22, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
- plait her hair
- put day of the week barrette's on the ends of the plaits
- buy her two scoops of Baskin Robbins' Cookies 'n Cream ice cream
- read with her in the bed
- brush her hair from her face - ( the plaits always untwist)
- have a "movie mania" day ( that's when I'd let her and her brother watch movies until their eyes popped out...okay maybe just two or three in a row)
- have her friends over and watch her interact with them
- cook with her
- dream out loud
- have a family room picnic with shrimp and scallops
- eat out
- stay up talking and doing needlework together
- tell her "I love you"; "I miss you when you're away"; "I'm so very proud of you!"
hmmm...looks like some of this I can do even if she is turning the big blank-0...
Monday, November 17, 2008
It was not the easiest lesson for me to teach. Sometimes when she was angry with me I was also angry with her...not necessarily the best environment to create lesson plans! But I figured working it out with me at lleast was the "safer" environment if not the most conducive environment because I love her and have always wanted the best- better than the best- for her!So I made a point to encourage her to speak up and to stand up for herself and for her thoughts and opinions.
and now what do we have? Through a combination of DD's experiences, her own skills, her personality (and a little loving push from her mom) and we have an awesome, strong, articulate woman in any circumstance (and with any emotion!)
Happy (five days before your) Birthday!! ...I am so proud!
On her birthday DD will be the big blank -O this year. she mentioned it with some wonder and bemusement the last time I saw her. I was listening but inside I was in some stunned state wondering "when did I get to be the mom of a blank year old?! ARGGH!!"
Of course I am aware of and have been present for many of her major life events.
I have been there through it all...but still I want to know...when did it all happen? I can see that she is different than when she was born. I can even see that her children are different than when they were born (even though it's only been a few months --no wait!--yikes-- years?-- oh no! )But for the record let me say that truly I don't feel any different. I mean yes... I have to take 3 pills daily that I wasn't taking before...and yes there are more pounds between the size I want to be and the size I am than ever before... and yes the thought of sharing my space with pet or person makes me shudder..and yes (pitiably) - I dream and scheme for ways to get blissful sleep rather than bold adventures...but no, NO I, (me, myself and I) am not different.
well sort of... but not really...okay wait, this started out as a birthday wish/entry for my DD.
let's see ...sigh...I can't remember what I wanted to write...sigh ... I guess that's different.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I am aware of those who say they are "afraid" for our country now; [ I listened to those who called in on C-Span - sigh] I heard the woman who plans on "launching investigations" into his citizenship and worthiness [seriously she doesn't think that our numerous covert "alphabet" orginations did that already?]; but I know these people were feeling this way before the win. They will most likely feel this way no matter how well he does. The way I see it that is truly unfortunate particularly for them.
For they will miss the beauty of this moment - that not only is this a good day for African Americans and Americans and the world over [you know our reputation was at stake, right?]
It is a good day... period!
Amid a sea of cheers and joyful tears, President-elect Obama takes the stage at an election-night celebration for hundreds of thousands of supporters in Chicago’s Grant Park last night. (CHUCK KENNEDY / McClatchy-Tribune)
Wow! He did it and we helped! Hallelujah! Praise God!
I am so pleased, so proud, so excited ...(I guess I won't sleep at all tonight ;)
The Way I See It ...we finally allowed the best person to win.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
- Although I am not old enough to remember when paved roads abruptly ended at the edge of where white people resided and turning into dirt roads at the entrance to the black part of town [my mother is, that's how I know about these things]
- I am old enough [barely] to remember the southern hotel signs being switched from vacancy to no vacancy when my father entered to rent us a room on our vacation to see relatives in the south.
- I am old enough just barely to remember the signs with the "N" word held amidst screams of "kill Martin Luther Coon".
- I can remember the first time I had to explain to a frightened, angry, hurt twenty something white person what "affirmative action" was not [ I was an undergrad - if I tell you the year - you'll instantly disappear!]
- and I can certainly remember the most recent time -which unfortunately I do not believe it will be the last time - which was Sunday November 2, 2008.
I could go on but I won't. My point: while I can easily delineate how things have not changed, how things have not improved...today I won't. Because today is a day I thought I'd never live to see. Today there is a brother, an African American man, who is making me happy, making me proud. Today there is an African American man, who is married to an African American woman who together are making me happy and proud. Today I have an image of two happy, loved, safe and proud African American girls, instead of an image of the frightened little African American girl in the 1960's walking the gauntlet of angry white adults in Little Rock, Arkansas. TODAY there is an African American family who represents the best of all I know in my own family; who represents the best in families across this country - the best, not the perfect. TODAY this African American man and his family are anticipating their first walk in the front door of the first house to become the first family. The first, first African American family of these barely united, United States.
Here are Two things I want to accomplish in the next 200 days!
1- clear out every unneeded, unnecessary thing from the basement
2- turn the middle bedroom into a tranquil study