Last week I had the opportunity to chaperone my son’s field trip to the Farmers Market. It was such a fabulous experience for all of us. My first stop was the library, I decided to grab some books for the kids about the Farmers Market and fresh food. The librarian was very helpful. I left with four books, ready to tackle the K4 and K5 field trip.
“Mom, I want to be shy,” he said as he pulled his hoodie up over his head.
When Elijah was a newborn, I was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. After all, I felt on top of the world. I was finishing my last semester in college. I’d read to him my American Literature books for my English final exams, and big psychology books for my minor in psychology. It was a win-win situation, I thought. We read my books, and children’s books that were gifted to us early on in the pregnancy. I found that reading to my son, made us engage together and it also helped with spending quality time together as a family. It was great and I felt like we were off to a good start!
What woke me up last night at 3am was this thought: “how, in the face of so much pain, do we hold on to hope?” As I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but to think of the earthquake victims in Nepal and the community of Baltimore, rebelling against a long-corrupt system of police misconduct.