I’m pretty sure I am the Black friend for a number of my White mom friends.
I recognize that for some of my White mom friends the journey to authentic interracial friendships can be difficult. Some grew up in towns where they remember the exact date the first non-White family moved in. Others learned about White privilege in college and want to do something to dismantle White supremacy. Somehow our paths crossed and we became friends. Whatever the reason, I recognize that I am a part of their journey.
A few weeks ago one of my best friends casually mentioned that she thought I was crazy for leaving my job to pursue a PhD full-time. Had she said this to me in October I would have agreed with her and called my former supervisor to ask for my job back.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that this first year has taken an emotional and physical toll I was not prepared for.
Disclaimer: I am a member of the #Netflix #StreamTeam and this month’s post is all about amazing family adventures at Maquoketa Caves State Park! As always my opinions are 100% my own!
The new year has adventure written all over it. The last couple of months have been so busy with getting settled in Iowa and our new routines that we haven’t had time for much adventure. But this year I’ve decided that I wanted to get up from my desk and spend more time outside as a family. Never in a million years did I think I would add “outdoorswoman” to my skill set. We’ve always enjoyed visiting state parks so I thought starting the new year with a trip to Manquoketa Caves State Park in Manquoketa, Iowa would be a great place to start. When was the last time you were inside a cave?
Photo by Kate Magee
I believe that every woman has a story to tell.
Regardless of the details of joy or sadness, there’s a story in her heart that is waiting to be heard. Some of us have the privilege of technology that help carry our stories across oceans with the click of the button. Others rely on oral traditions passed down through generations. Each story as precious as a baby held in it’s mother’s arms. Every woman has a story to tell.
A few weeks ago you sat next to me and dropped a heavy question in my lap, “Why do you watch all of these reality shows?”. I hurriedly changed the channel to something more family friendly, because I felt like I had been caught doing something wrong. You never got an answer to your question because I needed time to process it and provide an answer that your brain could understand.
My answer is simply, “My brain needs a break”.