I have read about people having strange dreams because of everything that is going on (or not going on) during this pandemic, but I have only experienced it twice and both times I had eaten dinner a bit too late in the evening. Last night was one of those times.
One of my old friends and his wife were helping me with a project. The only problem was, they had somehow turned into unicorns. They still sounded the same and were very kind and helpful, but they looked a teeny bit different. Cute, but different. I was a bit standoffish as a result. My friend did not appreciate it and he informed me of this. I, in turn didn’t appreciate him informing me…
Friend: “What’s up? You are acting real weird…” Me: “Ummm…” Friend: “You haven’t spoken or anything. We are taking time out of our schedule to help you with this.” Me: “I appreciate that, but. Dude. You’re a unicorn. As a matter of fact, both of y’all are unicorns. Can I have a little space to adapt to that, um, reality? Cause THAT’S weird!”
Friend then looked at me like I’m tripping out when he was a freaking unicorn. Can you believe some, er, people? He continued to help, so I guess I should be thankful that I still had good friends, whatever their form, but next time I will skip the late meal, have a glass of water and call it a night.
Every Monday through Friday morning, a couple of my kids, my mom and I get together and read devotions. The theme for this morning was Under Construction. Mom reminded me of the stretch of I-20 between the city where I grew up and the city where I went to college and how we have never known it to be completely free of construction. Not even now, all these years after I graduated. I was also reminded of stretches of road I have driven in California and between Oregon and Washington that never quite get done, either. Yet I have made peace with all of those roads in the interest of getting where I need to go geographically. What if I try harder to accept (not condone, but simply and peacefully abide the reality of ) more of the brokenness of people I encounter in the interest of getting where I need to go in life?
Up until that point I had seen computers in catalogs and magazines, and I had seen some at my father’s place of work, but I never had the opportunity to see one or touch those chunky buttons. The floppy disks also intrigued me as did the apple with the rainbow on it. The thrill of seeing an actual computer in person was tempered by an immense disappointment because my time to with the computer would be very limited. Our entire class (and our teacher) would have to share time on the computer. Mind you, we were in elementary school so our work did not really demand a whole lot of time on the computer, but I had plans for that computer with its monitor in all of those shades of green.
Anytime I am commended for the job I am doing as a mother, I am quick to point out that the job that my mother did is the reason for any positive aspect of what I do for my children as a mother. I think that now I’ll make it a point to add that the job that my father did is also a huge part of any success I have has a parent, but since this is MOTHERS’ DAY…
My mother (and father) raised four independent, intelligent, hard working, critically thinking individuals who have strong faith and care about people and contribute to the well-being of those less fortunate in a very real way, even in the midst of this pandemic. My grandmothers raised children who were educated, successful and impactful in a society that sought to minimize them because of the color of their skin and my great grandmothers raised children who persevered and thrived beyond the Great Depression. Children who owned their own businesses and raised children to become property owners and entrepreneurs in a state that erected monuments to the confederacy. My great great grandmothers did the same and my great great great grandmothers supported the decision of those in their community (including one of my great great great grandfathers) to fight in the Civil War on the Union side to end the bondage of their people, even when doing so meant risking their own freedom and lives.
So what about me? What about my four children? What will be the legacy of the work I do day in and day out? Only time will tell, but I have always instilled in them the truth that no matter how low anyone’s expectations of them are, they come from a long line of people who overcame the insurmountable, and so I expect them to overcome also.