One of my only memories that ring crystal-clearly in my head is one of total intolerance. It actually comprises two separate events, but they are so closely related that I cannot think about one without thinking also about the other. The details are foggy. I can’t recall if it was my birthday, or some such other special occasion, but I had a group of classmates over to my home in Virginia. I was in early grade school, but cannot remember which grade, either. None of that really matters. The point is, one of my friends was a black kid named Jared. Continue reading “Racist Parenting”
After a little bit of a writing hiatus, during which I really intended to accomplish a slew of goals but fell far, far short, I wanna share with you some photos of our baby bird’s first birthday. Continue reading “Her First Year”
I’ve only got the one little baby at the moment, just turned 7 months-old a few days ago, but that doesn’t stop me from looking far into the future. Today, my little girl is a mewling, helpless mess. She is as sweet as peach pie, but without us she would be lost. Tomorrow, she will grow into a completely unique and independent person.
I am not fooling myself into believing that I have control over how she turns out, that I can somehow shape and mold her into my idea of a perfect little human. She will fight, she will rebel, and she will eventually come into her own. Best case scenario: it all goes off without a hitch and she catapults to the top of the moral order like Mother Theresa. (Almost) extreme worse case scenario: she figures out who she really is while serving some time in prison for patricide. Either way, that day will come.
I don’t need to explicitly state which route I prefer that she takes. Continue reading “The Moral Uprightness Imperative, or Why We Spend Sundays in Church Instead of Bed”