Today has been heavy.
My heart feels broken and my soul feels raw.
I was almost in tears as I drove our kids to school today.
We listened to radio reports of riots and protests.
I felt the outrage and the futility and the sadness and the
anger.
I wanted to loot and set things on fire. Not an appropriate response but a valid
one;
Anything to communicate how I felt inside.
I was almost in tears as I started class today.
I was not the only one.
We processed the news of a fellow student’s death.
We learned how to treat survivors of childhood trauma.
We discussed stigma and prejudice.
Today has been heavy;
Like the fullness of injustice and pain and suffering is
resting in my soul.
I was almost in tears as I met with my students for coffee
after class today.
We discussed social justice and systemic racism.
We discussed poverty and oppression and privilege.
We discussed what it means to be an ally and advocate.
The conversation was heavy but I am so thankful for the
space and time to have it.
I was almost in tears at dinner today.
I was disappointed when our oldest reported he hadn’t talked race at all during
school
But relieved to hear he’s been thinking about our morning's discussion of moderating strong emotions.
Our youngest declared his “bestest friends have brown skin
and white skin and all the colors of skin”
But I don’t think he even really understands the
significance yet.
This realization is heavy because I know
Neither of our boys will likely ever be on the receiving end
of the bias and fear and –ism’s that permeate our culture.
I was almost in tears all day today.
My heart feels broken and my soul feels raw
As I grapple with the
realities of my privilege.
