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A few weeks ago for Mother’s Day, the kids at church were asked to fill out a little paper all about their mom. My son’s paper proudly proclaimed, “My mom is awesome because she ‘CAN PUNCH OTHER MOMS.’” Tha hell??!! Seriously, son? THAT’s what you want everyone to know about why your mother is awesome??!! (For the record, I do NOT make it a habit to “punch other moms.”) Continue reading
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Tagged #blacklivesmatter, allies, Current Events, kalani, race
“Sorry didn’t do it! You did it!”*
“Love means . . . never having to say you’re sorry!”**
I have learned a lot about myself during the past few days. I have also learned a lot about other people. One of the things I have learned is that a lot of us really do not what it means to apologize.
When I was a little girl playing with my cousins, there would often be times when one of us would do or say something hurtful to another one of us. Sometimes, it would be intentional and sometimes it would be unintentional. When the one who had been hurt sought solace from a parent or an older sibling or cousin, the one who had said or done the hurtful thing would be told to say “I’m sorry.” The one who had been hurt was expected to accept the apology and then move on and forget what had happened.
I woke up this morning to the horrific news of the tragedy at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston. I immediately thought of many of my dear friends in the black community, and wondered how they were faring. As I texted and messaged my friends individually to check in, I found that the overwhelming emotions are, as expected, sadness and anger. And I thought to myself, “What can I do? How can I make their burden lighter?” Continue reading