A Week to Fall in Love

You caught my eye on Monday

Usually the worst day of my week

I noticed your dimple as you smiled politely

At the woman who sold you your coffee

I thought of you on Tuesday

Wondering if you had noticed me

Probably not, I thought

You seemed to be in a rush

On Wednesday I worked up the nerve

To find out who you are

We only work a few floors apart

Funny how I’d never seen you before

I introduced myself on Thursday

You said, “I think I’ve seen you around”

So maybe we had shared a moment

I liked the way that made me feel

On Friday we talked a little more

You made me laugh three different times

Yes, I counted.

Making me laugh is a really big deal

We decided to go out on Saturday

A daytime date, which seemed intimate to me

We walked around the city

And picnicked in the park

On Sunday we had dinner

And we kissed under the stars

You smiled as we said goodbye

That dimple

I’m so glad it caught my eye

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A Thank You Letter to Jason Collins

Dear Jason,

Two weeks ago, I wrote my son a letter. He is 20-months old and though he is not yet asking me why sometimes bad things happen, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that one day he would, and I wouldn’t know what to say. And so after the terrifying events at the Boston Marathon, I sat down and I wrote to him. I told him that I didn’t have any answers. I told him that sometimes the world doesn’t make very much sense to me. And I told him that the only way we can get through these devastating moments is to focus on all the good that’s out there. The two people who orchestrated the attack in Boston were far outnumbered by the amazing people who volunteered their time, their homes, and their money to make sure those most affected were taken care of.

What I reminded my son in that letter, and really what I reminded myself as well, is that when something happens to shake our faith in humanity, the key to restoring it is often right there beside it. And now, two weeks later, here you are, standing before America, telling our children that it is okay for them to be exactly who they are.

I am not sure you fully understand the gift you have given my son and the other children of his generation. I have no way of knowing what will happen next. But, the mere fact of your existence goes a long way in shattering some of the stereotypes that exist.  I was recently telling another mother about how anxious my husband is to start playing sports with our son. I relayed a conversation I had with my husband where I warned him that it was possible our son wouldn’t be that interested in sports, and that he would have to be okay with it. As I told this woman the story, I said “I just want him to realize that it’s possible our son —” and before I finished my sentence, she cut me off and said “could be gay?”

The funny thing was, she wasn’t being outwardly homophobic or discriminatory. She wasn’t suggesting that there was anything wrong with him if he was gay or that it was a problem if he wasn’t interested in sports. The interesting part was that she took those two things to be synonymous. These stereotypes are such a part of our culture that even people who believe themselves to be loving and open-minded have adopted them without realizing it. Your courage in sharing your story, whether others follow your lead or not, is a huge step towards helping us all rethink these ideas.

I read a lot of the comments yesterday after your article came out. One of the most fascinating themes I came across were the people who suggested that nothing you have done is heroic. These people suggested that there’s nothing wrong with being gay, but that there’s no reason to give you a front page article or call it news. I have been called an idealist before, but these people have far surpassed me. I wish it was true that this isn’t news. I wish the world we live in was so incredibly welcoming and warm that an NBA player being gay meant nothing. But the fact of the matter is, that’s not the world we live in, and in this flawed world, it means a great deal. You have taken the first step to knocking down a major barrier in this country. You have taken the words of Chris Kluwe and Brendon Ayanbadejo and you’ve made them mean something. So much of this problem is a matter of ignorance, and you have provided education and information in a way that no one else has.

I also came across a number of people who have suggested that the fact that you have an identical twin who is straight proves that being gay is a choice. I do not wish to go into the scientific specifics of this, all I want to say is that I have an identical twin sister who is taller than I am. No one has ever suggested that I chose to be short.

I have been thinking a lot about how scary this must have been for you. After so many years of guarding this secret, letting it go in such a public way must have been terrifying. Your courage is truly remarkable. Thank you for doing this. Thank you for taking us all by the hand and leading us down this road. I know that the haters can be really loud. I know that the nastiness that comes out of people’s mouths is sometimes almost too horrible to be believed. But as I told my son after the bombing in Boston, the good people are out there. The love is out there. There are so many people who have been positively affected by your act of bravery, including so many young children who don’t even know it yet.

As a mother, it just got a little easier to raise my son in America.

All the best,
Tamar

Originally posted on my parenting blog, http://motherofatime.blogspot.com/2013/04/dear-jason-collins-thank-you.html

Lonely

I come inside to darkness

Fumbling around

Using my fingers as my eyes

I don’t know what I hope to find

For like a tree that falls in woods

With no ears around to hear it

This room does not need light

For me to know that it is empty

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Haunted

I see you sitting on the couch

And across from me at the table

I see you lying in our bed

And cooking breakfast in the kitchen

You are the ghost that haunts this house

An apparition of my soul

I scream at you sometimes

Please just leave me alone

But it’s not you who won’t go away

It’s me

Who can’t let go

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To My Son on This Sad and Tragic Day

Dearest Matthew,

You are only 20-months-old and so, for the moment, I am spared the task of having to explain to you that which has no explanation. You played in the park today and enjoyed your chicken fingers and laughed and jumped and didn’t know that just 300 miles away people’s lives were falling apart. You don’t know that a mother will never see her 8-year-old child again or that runners whose legs carried them 26.2 miles no longer have those legs. You don’t realize that just five months ago we were out in the streets of Philadelphia cheering on your Uncle Dan as he crossed the finish line like so many today. You haven’t asked me why someone would want to hurt marathon runners and spectators who were celebrating such a special achievement.

But, it doesn’t stop me from thinking about it. You won’t be too young forever. One day you will look me in the eye and you will want to know why someone would hurt innocent people for no reason. You will want to know how to feel safe when people are working overtime to infect our safe spaces with fear and terror.  And what will I tell you? How can I comfort you when I am struggling so much myself to make sense of the world I have brought you into?

The short answer, my dear sweet boy, is that I don’t know. I have no magic answers. I have no explanations. You would have figured this out one day, anyway, so I may as well just tell you now: I am just a person, and sometimes the world confuses me, too.

The long answer, though, is that we have no choice. When evil people try and bully us into surrendering our happiness, the only thing we can do is refuse. There are wonderful people who work to protect us and keep us safe and they will continue to try and do so effectively. We will keep going to school and seeing movies and taking trains and cheering on our friends and family as they accomplish their biggest goals. We will make sure to enjoy the good moments as they come. We will try a little harder not to take each other and Daddy and everyone we love for granted.

And most importantly, we will be kind. We will reach out and help others in need whenever we are able to. On days like today, it would be easy for us to focus on the fact that terrible people did a terrible thing. But that’s not the whole story.  There are also runners who finished a marathon and kept running to the nearest hospital to donate blood. There are volunteers who ran towards the blasts instead of away from them to help as many people as possible. There are people posting on the internet that they have room in their homes if anyone needs a place to sleep.

It sometimes feels like evil is winning, but it isn’t. It can only win if we let it. The good people of our world far outnumber the bad guys. It is our job to be part of the kindness. To keep putting it out there, insisting that we won’t go away no matter how much they try to scare us.

It’s not a perfect answer. It’s not even close to a perfect world. But it’s the one we’ve got, and we have to find a way to live in it. I am going to hug you tight as often as you’ll let me and continue to pray that we won’t have to have this conversation again.

I love you so very, very much,
Mommy

My thoughts and prayers are with everyone affected in Boston. Sending love and support.

originally posted at http://motherofatime.blogspot.com

Boston Marathon

In times of tragedy, look for goodness. Kindness and generosity always come out in times of need. Find it, focus on it, and be a part of it

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