My daughter is Asian and black. You might only see black. You might be turned away from the color of her skin or the texture of her hair – she’s black. You might be so driven from your unexplainable hatred for who she is, black. You might want to discriminate against her because of who she is, black. You might feel the urge to beat her, shoot her, slice her throat on the BART station in Oakland because of who she is, black. But just like your daughter, niece, granddaughter, mother, sister, she’s human. Just those women in your life, she’s loved. Just like those women, she has a future to look forward to.
Pay no mind to her, I don’t even care if you completely ignore her, just please don’t hurt my daughter because she’s, black. My daughter, she’s black. My daughter is just walking to school, if she’s in your way kindly ask her to move. My daughter, she’s black. My daughter, she’s just trying to learn in the same classroom as your white daughter. My daughter, she’s black. My daughter, is only trying to sell some lemonade this summer to buy some new toys. My daughter, she’s black. My daughter is no lesser than you. My daughter who is black is stronger and better than a person with your level of hate.
My daughter, who is black, will love people of all colors. My daughter will only judge a person on their merits, character, morals, and virtue. My daughter will not be ashamed of her beautiful brown skin and curly hair. My daughter will be resilient in the face of adversity. My daughter will be a voice for those who are too scared to stand up for themselves. My daughter is black and I will go to the ends of the earth to let every color hating, race discriminating, man or woman know that my daughter deserves to live and exist in this world no matter how much they cannot stand the color of her skin or the texture of her hair.
Dinner tonight was a last minute concoction. Here I have spicy chicken on top of some greens. I used balsamic vinaigrette to top it off.
I randomly decided to prep my lunch for tomorrow. I felt inspired, well more like fat. So I figured packing my lunch would eliminate the temptation to buy something unhealthy for lunch tomorrow. Plus I’ll be saving money. Win-win
Today we learned how to walk on a balance beam and jumped into a foam pit all by ourselves!
Becoming a mother for the first time has been one of the most indescribable feelings ever. It is not easy. There are many challenges. Yet everything about parenting has been so rewarding. I’m always happy when I see Emilia learn something new. I want her to take in as much as she can. With us not having too many kids her age to have play dates with, I was looking for some sort of activity class or gymnastics to enroll her in. I thought something like that would be fun and beneficial for her. A few weeks ago my coworker mentioned to me that he and his wife take their daughter to a “Parent and Tot” class once a week. Of course I was interested. So this past Monday we took her to her first trial class. At first she was shy. She eventually knew that it was her playtime and she was trying the different courses and having such a blast. There were also other kids there to which I hope she feels more comfortable around as we attend more classes. Oh! She also received a stamp for completing the class. She didn’t show her excitement for the stamp at the class but when we got home she was extremely excited about her stamp!
I was a very shy child growing up. I was afraid to make friends. I still feel that timid shy little girl in my present time. I don’t want Emilia to be shy and afraid to make friends or meet new people. So I hope this class and the friends she makes helps to promote her social skills. Also, with us wanting to enroll her into preschool when she turns 3-4. I know being in a learning environment will help her!
For a few years I’ve would tell myself ‘I’m going to upgrade my wardrobe’. Well that was my sophomore year in college and I’m 25 and have graduated now. I still haven’t really updated anything. I managed to donate most of my wearable clothing. Now I’m down to clothes that I can’t wear in public, either they are too small, outdated, or plain ugly.
I still struggle to commit to shopping for clothes. I always end up buying food. I don’t have the patience to go shopping anymore. Especially with my body weight being what it is. I just feel insecure and tired of trying to find anything that will fit and look good on me. I hope other mommies can relate because this mommy is in desperate need of a new look!