I love this quote, and I think it's important for all parents, not just parents of children of color:We can choose to actively influence our children's attitudes. With our encouragement children will test and think through their beliefs about race, ethnicity, and religion. They are unlikely to ask the necessary hard questions without our help. It is up to us to take the initiative!Children care about justice, respect, and fairness. Squabbles about sharing, concerns about cliques, and . . .
the other side of the couch
Mark and I went to see a therapist today. We made an appointment with a great gal who helps adoptive parents with the attachment process. We aren't really having significant attachment issues with Kembe - we just wanted to make sure that we were on the right track, and to see if she had any advice on a few behavioral things we are dealing with. Kembe is transitioning so well- he is an amazing kid and I attribute so much of that to the loving care he had at Heartline. But any child adopted . . .
weaned.
warning: boob talk ahead. Dad, go read this.Karis and I have officially said goodbye to our nursing relationship. I didn't expect it to happen so soon. I thought we would go well past her first birthday - especially since up until my Haiti trip, we had been pretty exclusive. I was rather dedicated . . . even taking her along to a half-marathon girl's trip and a trip to Haiti. It's a little frustrating that the whole thing fizzled just a few weeks later, since both of those trips would have . . .
their cheatin’ hearts
See these two? That's Jafta and Ryder. They have been best friends for five years. They met each other as babies and they love hanging out together. They are the same age, and Ryder lives down the street. All day, every day, Jafta is asking to hang out with Ryder. But . . . they go to different preschools. Jafta goes in the morning. Ryder goes in the afternoon. It's all very complicated and sad for these two.Now, see this?This is what happens when I have a desperately bored 3-year-old . . .
rage against the minivan
It has happened. I own my very own minivan. In my heart, I'm still rebelling against it. There is rage. Oh yes, there is rage. But also, there is a sliding door that closes with a button, and a trunk that fits my ginormous stroller. So there you go.And really, how mortified can I be about my own ride when my new son is rolling the neighborhood on a princess bike? It's all about perspective. . . .
bigotry, blindness, & basketball
I signed all three of my "big kids" up for a basketball class. I thought it would be really fun to put them in a class where they could learn together, so I searched for one that accepted kids age 3-5. The class was held at a upscale community center in one of the swankier areas of Newport Beach.(I was also hoping to get India interested in something other than dressing up in princess costumes. This is here "I can't believe you are making me wear pants" face.)As soon as I pulled up, I got a . . .
would ya, could ya?
I have a couple requests. I am gonna be messing around with some technical stuff on my blog soon, including officially dropping the current domain host so it is no longer my last name. (And yes, I might be driving a minivan now. And no, I'm not changing my blog name. My feelings remain.)Some of you have kindly linked to this blog from your own blogs, and I am so flattered. If you have linked to me, would you mind making sure it is linking to rageagainsttheminivan.com, and not to . . .
UNICEFED
A couple weeks ago I had a talk with myself, where I said, "Hey grumpy lady, you need to stop ranting so much on your blog. Cool it with the UNICEF talk. You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Stick to safer topics that make you sound less crazy. Like poop."But I find I just can't. The mistreatment of children makes my blood boil. The corruption of power makes my blood boil. The combination of these two things together, funded by the wallets of clueless and well-meaning Americans . . . is . . .
nothing like a little monday morning politics to get the juices flowing . . .
I thought this was an interesting interview with Colin Powell. First of all, I am intrigued by anyone who is able to hold some objectivity in the polarized political climate our government seems to favor. I get increasingly frustrated with the two-party, "I'm always right, you're always wrong" rhetoric, and the shifting of blame and unwillingness to work together. I appreciate anyone who is able to rise about the groupthink at this level of power. I think he makes some good points.Watch . . .
cheaper than therapy
I went on a run today. It was my firs run since the half-marathon in January. My first run since Haiti. Oh, it felt so good. If I can manage to do it every day, I know I would feel better. I did (reluctantly) have a five-year-old tag-a-long and it would have bit a little bit more peaceful had I been alone. But still . . . it was awesome. Jafta and I hit the bike path, and there were only about five professional-looking bikers that had to swerve from his unbalanced path. Kind of a record . . .
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