I know I was supposed to write about fidget spinners today and I will post that particular rant at another time. Something more interesting has come up.
Remember that exciting thing that I couldn’t talk about yet?
No, you say.
That’s okay. I remembered and today I can share the news. I have one of my essay’s published in Spoken Black Girl magazine!!!!!!!!! How amazing is that!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s a brand new, online magazine that talks about mental health, wellness, and beauty featuring women of color. Chock full of other writers and bloggers to follow and be inspired by. Go check it out, guys!
I’m not the best parent, but I try to keep promises I make to the boy.
Today, I let him down.
The FIRST Robotics championships are in town for the next few days. Seeing as how the tickets are free, I told him we could go. He’s only ever wanted to be an engineer when he grows up. It’s one of his fixations that has lasted the longest. The boy was pretty excited.
Imagine my surprise when I read the schedule to discover that all of the cool events happen while we are at work and school. During the day. All of the evening events are for the sponsors and competitors. I was crushed. I hated breaking the news to him. He didn’t seem too disappointed, but I know he really wanted to see the robots. We can’t go any other day because he’s leaving on a Boy Scout trip tomorrow after school.
This wasn’t in my control, but I still feel as if I’m at fault here. I can promise him something else to make up for it, but this was a big event. Things like this don’t come around often in the Midwest.
Today, I visited my old home. The property used to belong to my grandparents and I grew up in the house with them, my mom, and my aunts and uncles.
The old house isn’t there anymore. My aunt had a new one built and she lives there now. The construction process meant that lots of our old foliage had to go. I’m talking about trees that my grandfather planted. He planted a tree every time one of us was born, until he couldn’t physically do it anymore. I think mine was the last one. It was a young spruce in the center of the front yard.
The only tree remaining belonged to my grandmother. The story goes that it was a wedding gift. Today, it stands taller than the new house. The tree I used to climb as a child is still thriving; only a little bark damage from three generations of kids playing there.
Storms have taken a branch or two. Erosion has exposed some roots. Nevertheless, the tree is still standing, still blooming every spring. New leaves and boughs growing every year.
The same point could be made about our family. There have been hardships and turmoil. Things that would tear apart those with less secure roots. In spite of all that, our family is still here, still growing, still thriving.
My grandmother’s tree outlived her and it will probably outlive me. It’s amazing to think about how your legacy can live on and change the perspective of your descendants. We should all be mindful of the seeds we are sowing for the future.