In the Form of a Gift
This is an exceptionally hard Christmas season. It will be my mothers last and Mr. Scotland and I will be home alone without children and family. If I didn't think that was tough enough, I am awaiting today a call from our pups veterinarian as to whether our furry child has cancer. As soon as I heard that "C" word, my brain shut down. All my Christmas chores were left undone; I just went home.
Amongst the 'tough-stuff' I had one of the best Christmas presents given to me last weekend. My eldest son Matthew had the opportunity to visit us at the last minute here in Houston. It's been six long months since we got to spend time together and have the joy of driving each other nuts!
For you young parents, the most endearing part of when your children become adults is their sharing of personal memories; their version, through their eyes. This of course could be a great thing or quite the opposite, quite like Russian Roulette I would think?
This was my gift -
"Mom, I don't see skin color. When I see people, I see them as humans not as African American, Latino, Asian, and so on. I am totally against forms that even have the question of our origin printed on it. I will never fill in those blanks, and no one should. For a country that is fighting against racism and stereotyping, why is the question even presented"?
Posted by Dumbwit Tellher