It is so hard to believe that it is already March. Where has all the time gone?I am still trying to catch up.Life has been so BUSY.Tomorrow will mark three months of living in our new home.Eliora will be two in three months.School will be over in three months.SO much. SO fast.Our new home has been coming together... slowly. The last two years we have rented small spaces & transitions have been somewhat easy. Transitioning to a house is exciting but so overwhelming. It is so much fun to make each room your own, but getting to that point & having it done seems so far from actually happening. Although it has had it's stressful aspects, it has been a dream come true. Having a house & making it a home has made my heart so full.As for my baby girl... wait. SHE IS NO LONGER A BABY. I am somewhat freaking out about this. She is 21 months old now & each day she does/learns something new. She has been talking in sentences & has no problem asking for things she wants or expressing her dislike for things she doesn't want. It is so much fun to see her personality explode. She has grown up so fast & it is so hard to remember the little bundle she was 21 months ago.& finally, school. This is my third year as an inner city teacher & it is possibly the easiest transition within my teaching career. I have taught in 3 different cities & states within the last three years. I have experienced so many highs & so many lows. But this year has been so reassuring, uplifting & reaffirming. I am teaching Pre-K, which is what I taught for 5 years before getting my degree. It reignited a stronger passion & love for my career. I am still learning so much within teaching & I can't wait for what they future holds.Man, it has been yet another busy season. But such a good one. God has seen us through so much. I know He will continue to guide & strengthen us for what ever lies ahead.
I am a brown woman, married to a peach (sometimes red) man. Raising an olive baby girl.I am a brown woman teaching in an inner city classroom filled with 12 brown kids, 2 olive kids & 1 peach kid.In all of my hours in the classroom, not one of those students have ever mentioned the color of skin.Why?Because it doesn't matter.You know what does?Stamps. Stickers. Gym Time. Having pizza for lunch. Being the first to play with playdoh.Each day I teach four year olds how to be respectful & how to be safe. I teach them how to be responsible & how to be kind to others. I make sure they know how loved they are & how they are cared for.Yet they live in a world where the color of your skin matters. A world where you can be judged/beat up/shot because of your skin, something that is out of your control.I was born brown. In a city full of brown kids. I didn't experience what the world could be like until I moved out of that city.I moved to where there was more peach people. I experienced the sideways glance & the mean looks. I have experienced the rude comments & judgment.But in small, minimal ways.I did not get pulled over or shot for it. Yet there are others who have. There are other brown skinned people losing their lives for just being.I struggle with trying to understand why this keeps happening.I can't understand why we struggle with skin color. They're just colors.My students don't struggle with it. My daughter doesn't either.Why do we?My passion for teaching is even more of a reason I am shouting #BlackLivesMatter.They do. I can't be silent about it. I can't stay silent about injustice and deaths.It could have been one of my student's father. Better yet, it could be one of my students in another 15 years. I am not supporting violence nor am I against police. But I am against ignorance and contentment. I am not gonna be passive & sit back while others suffer.I urge you to do the same. Be compassionate. Spread love. Be brave.