Because chances are by the time he is a school age, the reality won’t be any different. We had a drill for what happens if somebody comes in with a gun. I don’t know what to say to my child who one day will be tying up his shoes and getting ready to come home after a great day at school with his friends, learning and playing and exploring.Īnd he’ll tell me: We had a drill today, Mommy. Somebody’s gonna say, this cannot be who we are and somebody’s going to retort, all of the evidence says it’s exactly who we are. And somebody else is going to say, well, you’re going to take this gun out of my cold dead hands.Īnd this argument is going to go back and forth until the national attention span once again closes and we’ve moved on to the next. Somebody is going to say elect pro gun reform candidates. And then somebody is going to say thoughts and prayers are not enough. Somebody is going to say thoughts and prayers. People are going to regurgitate the same lines. And somehow some way in a day in time, when the bodies of 10 Black people murdered by a white supremacist in Buffalo have not even been buried yet. In one of the most developed countries in the world, the descendants of the people who built this place cannot seem to make it through childbirth at the rates we should. Because let’s be frank, this formula shortage has everything to do with profit margins, monopolies, and deregulation. I don’t know how to keep him safe from the failure of this country to have any kind of moral compass when it comes to protecting children. I don’t know how to keep him safe from feckless politicians and a lack of political will. I don’t know how to feel raising him in a country where someone can take a gun into an elementary school. I just felt like I could do anything, except apparently protect him the way that I imagine every parent wants to. I actually tickled his cheek in just the right spot, at just the right moment and he gave me the widest, most toothless grin I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t just a random cricket grin on his face. And I personally feel so accomplished because for the first time last week I actually made him smile. Baby M is currently learning how to smile. And yet it is the most abundant place I could ever be blessed to find myself. I’ve never worked this hard in my whole life. Don’t get me wrong, it’s plenty exhausting. I’ve been enjoying the absolute bliss of motherhood. Please note: This transcript has been automatically generated.īrittany: Hey, y’all it’s Brittany. During a Dark Time, A Little Light with Bevy Smith
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