So, life is lovely now that we are a two-income family. I am not cut out for being a solo breadwinner- that shit makes me bitter and mean. Anyway, we are two income with benefits pending. Unbelievable!!! I am way less bitter and downright happy these days. One might even say blissed out.
Sure Hilary and Bill are pissing me off. The economy is tanking. The war in Iraq is eroding what is left of the USA's infrastructure and between that and the prison industrial complex, youth of color are being systemically disenfranchised and a pervasive form of economic apartheid is resulting. Yet, I find more glimmers of light than shadows. Sure I am totally daunted by raising kids of color in this environment. I don't care what Hilary said, and Bill slept through, on Martin Luther King's birthday - things are rough for black folks in America. It scares me to think my beautiful child (soon to be joined by a little sister) will be targeted for racism and racial hatred because of her ethnicity. I hate that she will join millions of other beautiful spirits in being pigeon-holed based on the color of her skin. I hate to know that she faces more risk of violence, incarceration, educational achievement gaps, and discrimination of all kinds because she is black. Or at least black in the eyes of the majority of America.
Anyway, that is not really the point of this post. Though I was so annoyed with Hilary's platitudes on civil rights and race and it gets me ranting at the drop of a hat. Really, this post is about being grateful.
I am so grateful to have the Commander in my life. I am grateful that her dad is working and likes his job. I am thrilled that the Commander will soon have a sister and happy we get the gift of being foster and then adoptive parents for a second child. It seems miraculous that we soon we will open our home to the Commander's full bio sibling and return to home visits, court dates and ultimately adoption. What a happy little family we are.
I continue to run and run and run. The Little Dog and I spend quality hours together running up the hills of the East Bay. I run and it clears my head and my mind and makes me happy to come home to whatever toddler tableau is unfolding.
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