This week is K & O’s school spring break. Braydon and I will be taking turns as we attempt to provide them with some semblance of a fun week and also keep ourselves from completely drowning in neglected work. Such is the life.
Anyway… today was an absolutely blissfully gorgeous spring day. The boys and I took Meera to school and then spent most of the day out and about before going to pick her back up. It was a fun day for us three, and it felt like luxurious lightness to have such a day, and each other, all to ourselves. Amongst other errands and activities, the highlights today were: a) playing basketball at Lehigh [we had to run to campus to pick up some papers at my office, and the boys took the opportunity to play b-ball for awhile while we were there], and b) the three of us went out to lunch at a place we’ve driven by numerous times and been wanting to try — a “sushi and hibachi buffet” [just about a dream come true for my two boys: all-you-can-eat Asian-themed food]. There were over 200 items on the buffet and K & O probably sampled at least 100 of them. Not even kidding. Watching them enjoy that lunch was an experience I won’t forget for a long, long time! [And neither will the restaurant… they are surely questioning their rationale for charging only $4.95 for kids under age 10!!! The entire bill came to $19, including tip, and Owen alone probably ate at least $20 worth of dumplings!]
But throughout it all (the incredible weather, the fun company I had for errand-running, and the very enjoyable lunch), my mind was struggling to not be distracted by the dark cloud that has been looming these past couple of days for me. No matter how hard I try to shake it, this article is just really doing a number on my Mama-psyche… read it and weep my friends:
“That is the burden of black boys in America and the people that love them.”