Like so many of my fellow parents, I woke up with a heavy heart today. I didn’t want to see the news and find out how many more lives were lost overnight as a result of racism and guns. Raising kids in a divided country is challenging. Raising kids in a country where I worry about mass shootings is painful. Raising kids in a country where their black friends might be treated differently because of the color of their skin is unacceptable.
Weeks like this I struggle to explain the news to my children because there is no reasonable explanation.
Babies are a blank slate when they are born, but they quickly form a world view based on what they see and hear from the adults in their life. The racist joke at the Thanksgiving table that causes someone to laugh or the uncomfortable silence by others – opinions are being formed. Once they are in school, they may see someone excluded from a group based purely on the color of their skin – opinions are being formed. The examples are everywhere.
This morning as I continued to think about the week’s events, I remembered a conversation from this past weekend.
We had spent most of the day at Kennywood and we decided to stop for Ice Cream on the way home. Along the way, we drove through the neighborhood where Scott grew up and continued past his elementary school. Scott mentioned that he and his brother (the one closest in age to him) had walked to school. Juliana was quiet and then said that Daddy only had one brother. In 2011, Scott and I made the choice to not expose our children to that brother for several reasons. So they haven’t seen him 5 years, and I had forgotten how long ago it was.
I started to explain why they don’t see that Uncle and Juliana calmly asked if he was a racist. And then she got mad. She yelled – “People have no choice over the color of the skin they are born with! Why would you treat someone different because they don’t look like you?” I remember when they talked about racism in a social justice unit at school. She came home for school so sad and confused. I feel the same way.
I don’t get to keep my children in a bubble and control everything that they see and hear. And I certainly don’t have all of the answers. But I hope that they learn enough about compassion and tolerance to grow up and help make this country a better place.
This story started 5 weeks ago tonight when I slipped and fell on our stairs and landed hard on my right hip. Wednesday morning when I could still barely walk I called the Doctor’s office and they told me to go to the ER for x-rays. The x-rays were negative and they told me to stay off my feet as much as possible and follow-up with my Dr in a week if it was still bothering me.
It was still bothering me so I went to the Dr and while I was there I mentioned that I wanted to have my thyroid evaluated. My thyroid has also been large since I was a teenager but seems to have changed in recent months. After evaluating, the Dr ordered blood work and an ultrasound – both completed that day. By the end of the day my results were back and more tests were ordered.
The next week Ruslan fell off his bike and broke a finger and I had more x-rays on my hip and an ortho consult. I learned that I have something called Femoral Acetabular Impingement Syndrome in both hips and I aggravated it when I fell. FAI occurs when the hip bone doesn’t develop correctly in childhood – most people with FAI never know that they have it unless they have an injury. The Dr prescribed physical therapy which I have not had time to schedule yet.
The Wednesday before Memorial Day I had a Fine Needle Aspiration on my thyroid. They numbed my neck and took samples of the nodules on my thyroid. Late Friday afternoon my Dr called with the preliminary pathology report and recommended that I schedule an appointment with a thyroid surgeon to discuss options.
Last Thursday morning Scott and I went to my appointment and the surgeon described the options at which point I agreed that the risks associated with keeping my thyroid were greater than the risks of surgery to remove it. She consulted her calendar and told me that she had a spot for Tuesday that was blocked and did I want to have the surgery in a few days or wait a few weeks. I decided to get it over with so we scheduled the surgery. They had already scheduled a pre-op appointment for me at the hospital but we had time for lunch first. Then it was time for an EKG, more blood work, and lots of medical history questions at my pre-op appointment.
Thursday evening we told the kids that I was going to have surgery and Juliana was very concerned and sad so I pointed at the scar on Scott’s neck from his surgery last fall and explained that the surgery would fine and in the end I would have a scar similar to one on Daddy’s neck. The boys thought this was hilarious and even Juliana laughed.
So tomorrow morning we will get up and go to the hospital and I will have a full thyroidectomy. I won’t miss my large, lumpy thyroid.
This story started several months ago. The boys often talk about growing up and buying a house. Sometimes they decide that they will live together when they grow-up but Wyatt has a new plan now. One day he asked about really big houses and someone said, “you mean a mansion?” “YES, I am going to live in a Mansion House when I get big”, Wyatt replied.
Weeks later, Wyatt informed my mom (Nonni) that she could come live with him in his Mansion House and he mentions this house on a regular basis. It seemed like Wyatt was concerned about taking care of Nonni.
One day Wyatt was spending the night at Nonni’s and while she was cooking a cheeseburger for him, he told her that she would be able to cook for him at his Mansion House and she would also be able to do his laundry. It no longer sounds like Wyatt is planning to take care of Nonni.
This past weekend, he asked Nonni if there are houses with elevators. She told him that sometimes big houses have elevators and maybe his mansion house would have an elevator. She went on to explain that she might have trouble walking up stairs and an elevator would be helpful. He didn’t respond and walked away.
He returned 10 minutes later and told Nonni that his Mansion House probably wouldn’t have an elevator. But she shouldn’t worry about the stairs. “If the Mansion House doesn’t have an elevator, I will get you a jet pack instead.”
Wyatt was asking for a pencil to work in his Word Search book in bed. My mom told him he shouldn’t take a pencil to bed in case he falls asleep with it. Wyatt: “You think I don’t know how to use a pencil? I use a pencil every day at school.”
Juliana had a sewing class and Scott was walking through JoAnn’s with the boys. Before they came in the store, he had warned them not to touch anything. As they were walking, they started talking – “I’m touching my arm.”, “I’m touching my head.”, “I’m touching my knee”, until Wyatt started yelling, “I’m touching myself, I’m touching myself, I’m touching myself.”
Wyatt was procrastinating at bedtime and would not stop talking. I told him to go to bed and he kept talking. I stopped him and said, “Wyatt what do you think Mommy wants you to do?” He responded with “come and snuggle with you”. Sure, I can’t turn down Wyatt snuggles even if it is past his bedtime.
My Dad occasionally takes both boys out to dinner on a weeknight when I am still working. Recently he was driving to dinner with the boys. They had already decided where they were going, but Wyatt was still negotiating.
W: G, How about if I pay you $3 to go to the other place instead?
G: I don’t want to go there.
W: How about $10?
W: *thinks for a minute* OK, What if I give you $10 and a pig?
G: I want to see the pig.
W: I don’t have the pig now but I will give it to you later.
After a pause, Ruslan broke the silence and in a very man-to-man voice said, “G, You’re not getting a pig.”
I didn’t think we would make it this long without a broken bone in our household. With the way the boys constantly roughhouse, climb and jump off of everything, and run full speed without a second thought of obstacles in their path…we are lucky that there have been few injuries over the years.
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