So I haven’t posted in so long, I almost didn’t recognize my site (or remember the password!)
Sorry friends. We have had the flu since I got home from visitng Beth in Dallas 3 full weeks ago! I think Cohen and I keep giving it back to one another. Its been really awful. Then, on top of that, the internet has been down so I have been using it in places (like, now, the library computer lab) that aren’t very inspiring and don’t adhere to my hours of inspiration (often late and early in the day). And on top of that, its like a giant skating rink in central Ohio, so getting out isn’t too easy.
Enough with the excuses…I have exactly 27 minutes until my library computer session is over, so I need to get to the meat of things!
I started working about a month ago. Only 20 hours a week, but I have to stop and applaud all of you working moms.. WOW. Where did all the time go?!?! Three days a week, I leave in the morning, drop Cohen off at my mom’s and pick him up long after the sun has gone down. While it is good to get a little bit of time away from breastfeeding and diaper changing and baby following, its also the hardest thing in the world to not see his little smile for hours at a time. I don’t want to go on and on about it…but God bless all of you!
I doing a job I did once before… right our of college. I am a parent coach. Basically that means if I lived in sunny CA I might be spending my days with Britney (Spears, that is) but since I live in Ohio, I spend my days with a young mom who has a addiction to cocaine, an elderly grandpa of a wild teenager, and a young mom with four kids and brain cancer. To say its challenging, would be an understatement. But I am thankful for flexible work and the opportunity to speak into the lives of some people who really need it. All the homes are so different! The client with an addiction is a fast talker…I really like her, but the girl doesn’t want to admit she’s using even though 6 weeks ago she and her newborn tested positive for the stuff. She has a 6 yr old little boy who reminds me so much of our JoJo that its all I can do to not let him break my heart. God has really opened some doors for me to talk with her… planting seeds, just planting some seeds wherever I can find the ground. My grandpa client is a dear! A die hard Believer, he just blesses my soul when I come over and see his well worn Bible lying out. We visit and I do his laundry and help him around the house…sweet guy. I might keep seeing him even when the contract runs out *grin* Now Miss Thang with the 4 kids and cancer is a RIOT! You guys would love her and the kids… 8, 9 and 5 yr old twins…love em! She’s a great mom who just needs some help managing the herd of kids while she rests after chemo. usually she naps and we clean and do homework and make dinner…
Not so last Thursday…
Ok, I grew up with African American foster kids, going to Africa was my dream, I go to a predmoninatly African America church, and I like Brack Obama so there are very few times in my life I would say the following statement, BUT
I never felt so white in all of my life as I did last Thursday!
When I got to the house, Mama was up and feeling good and needing some adult time/girl talk I think. We made dinner together and she instructed me on all of the ways of “ghetto cooking” (her words not mine) and gave me all of her ideas on what makes a good man (all of which are hysterical but not repeatable) She was having a fun time with me, I could tell. She told me about how I should dress and why ‘black girls can’t wear Old Navy’ (again, her words) She picked out some super expensive furry boots from a magazine for me and must’ve been trying to reform by sweatshirt and tennis shoes look. Then she had me grease all four of the kids’ hair. I had no idea what I was doing and she made sport of my ignorance, instructing me every step of the way.
Afterward, she announced that we were all taking the oldest daughter to basketball practice and then dropping her off and going to walmart to do some shopping. I hopped into her super tall, very sleek, black leathered car and the kids piled in back. Before taking off, she asked me what kind of music I listened to. I used the cop out ‘everything’ not giving her my one exception ‘rap’. The kids started yelling out their requests and giggling at me. She popped in something and a minute later the music was blaring so loud I could feel on the seat and in my chest. Mama and all four kids were singing at the top of their lungs and bumping in unison to the beat. I looked down and realized my legs were crossed and my hands folded in my lap.
That’s when I realized I had never felt so much like a white cracker than I did in the moment. I giggled at myself, promising to write this in a post, unfolding my hands and uncrossed my legs, and started singing at the top of my lungs along with my favorite family of 5 and Miss Rhianna
“ella ella ella eh eh…under my umbrella…ella ella ella eh eh”
My session is almost up…I promise more soon though, ok?
And hey (shameless plug) if any of you are considering a puppy for Valentines’ Day I have two sweet ones left from my dog’s litter. You can see them on my dog website. I will make you a deal if you email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and mention “ella ella ella eh eh” in the subject line !