....when your sister tells you that you don't take enough pictures of her.
So maybe I went a little overboard.
Monday, June 28, 2010
This is what happens....
....when your sister tells you that you don't take enough pictures of her.
So maybe I went a little overboard.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
To my dad
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Diaries of a White Mamma
As I journey along this road of being a white mamma to a black boy, I thought I would share some of my experiences with you.
This week, my husband took Caleb for a walk in the park. It is so funny to me that the white kids come up to the stroller and ooo and ahh over this boy, and the African American kids (ALL ages, even college students) say, "Why do you have that black baby?" Or..."Do you know he is black?"
When you 51/2 month old decides to put his hands in his mouth while eating cereal, leaving tons of cereal in his hands, and then like all babies, rub his hands through his hair.....Black hair is so so so so much harder to clean cereal out of than his white counterparts.
Oh Jesus, teach me to be this mamma that this baby needs.
This week, my husband took Caleb for a walk in the park. It is so funny to me that the white kids come up to the stroller and ooo and ahh over this boy, and the African American kids (ALL ages, even college students) say, "Why do you have that black baby?" Or..."Do you know he is black?"
When you 51/2 month old decides to put his hands in his mouth while eating cereal, leaving tons of cereal in his hands, and then like all babies, rub his hands through his hair.....Black hair is so so so so much harder to clean cereal out of than his white counterparts.
Oh Jesus, teach me to be this mamma that this baby needs.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I am selfish {and maybe a tad lazy}
I would rather have my needs met than meet the needs of my family
I would rather have my dinner made that make it for my husband
I would rather have my son sleep through the night so I can get some sleep
I would rather be pampered than to serve
I would rather have my ideas heard and validated than listen to someone else's
I would rather have people live on my time schedule that me work around there's
I would rather have a magic switch than to actually work
I would rather have a self cleaning house than putting in the hard work, the satisfying work of cleaning
I care more about my morning coffee than how it got to my house
I care more about my wardrobe in the morning than the sweatshops they came out of
I care more about my money that giving it away to those who need it far more than I do
I care more about being comfortable than joining the poor
What would life look like if I was radically generous?
What would life look like if I was radically selfless?
Oh Jesus, help me.
I would rather have my dinner made that make it for my husband
I would rather have my son sleep through the night so I can get some sleep
I would rather be pampered than to serve
I would rather have my ideas heard and validated than listen to someone else's
I would rather have people live on my time schedule that me work around there's
I would rather have a magic switch than to actually work
I would rather have a self cleaning house than putting in the hard work, the satisfying work of cleaning
I care more about my morning coffee than how it got to my house
I care more about my wardrobe in the morning than the sweatshops they came out of
I care more about my money that giving it away to those who need it far more than I do
I care more about being comfortable than joining the poor
What would life look like if I was radically generous?
What would life look like if I was radically selfless?
Oh Jesus, help me.
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