Today, as soon as we got home from school/work, Owen went straight to the kitchen table, pulled out some colored pencils, and started drawing. I was starting dinner in the kitchen, Braydon wasn’t home from work yet, and Kyle and Meera were outside playing. The house was quiet, and Owen was focused on drawing for quite awhile. He has been drawing a lot more lately, but still this is new and unusual and noteworthy behavior (anyone who has read this blog much knows that K & O have never been sit-at-the-table-and-draw kind of boys! understatement!). I tried to just play it cool (as I have been with his recent dabbling in drawing/coloring), and went about my business in the kitchen. After a while Owen jumped up from the table and ran off to play outside with his brother. I was so curious to go see what he had drawn. When I got to the table, I found this.
As a mother, nothing gives me more pride than seeing my kids exude sincere self-confidence. But as a white mother of black boys, the overwhelming pride I feel in witnessing their self-confidence is impossible to articulate.
I picked up the drawing, examined every bit of it closely, and then thought to myself, “I think we’re doing o.k.”
For now, for now, at least for now, we are doing o.k.