Still Dreaming the Dream

Ryan (not quite 9 years old), delivering the speech.

Here in the united States, today is a big day. Inauguration Day of our new President and Vice-President. 

Today is historic for many reasons. I’d like to jump up and down (but I can’t), clapping and cheering to celebrate our nation’s first female, first African-American, and first South Asian-American Vice President.

But, here I pause. And bite my lip. And hold my breath. Because I am writing this post before Wednesday, not knowing what the day will bring. I am hoping for a peaceful day. Yet the events from two weeks ago have shown us that peace is not guaranteed.

All I can offer today are words of hope. 

I’d like to share an essay I wrote back in 2017. Though it was written four years ago, I think the words are just as relevant today. Click here to be re-directed to Mamalode to read my essay, “We Hear You Dr. King – We Still Dream Your Dream.”

All I Can Do is Take It Step By Step

I recently finished reading Claire Cook’s The Wildwater Walking Club: Step By Step. It was a fun, easy read. Exactly what I wanted. 

The book is meant to make readers feel good. To transport readers into another world, Noreen’s world, as she walks with Tess and Rosie and navigates life as a newly certified health coach. 

So, why then, were there times I felt sad? 

Why did this feel-good book leave me feeling a bit down at times?

It took me a while to figure it out. 

And then I realized – it’s the walking. (Which is a big part of the book.)

I no longer know the easy joy and pleasure that comes from going on a daily walk.

I do continue to walk each day in my neighborhood, but they’re not always joyful. Not always pleasurable. 

I walk. Certainly not at a quick pace. And not to count my steps. 

But to walk. To exercise. To spend time with my family outdoors. To observe our neighborhood.

But my walking is … I struggle for the right word. Difficult? (Sometimes.) Unpredictable? (Sometimes.) Pain-inducing? (Sometimes.) Exhausting. (Sometimes.)

I don’t always experience more pain after a walk, but sometimes I do.

Sometimes I experience random pain during a walk. A step off a curb that sends a jolt up and down my left leg.

A sudden gripping pain in my calf, that causes me to stop and wait and hope it will pass so I can continue walking. But then the walking has a bit of limping to it. 

If I walk while in pain, it’s still walking. 

And so I keep doing it. 

Because some days are better than others. 

And I walk, step by step, hoping for one of those better-pain days.

 

12 Things Distance-Learning Lacks

My classroom prior to the first day of school. Just waiting for “my kids.”

Soon, my son’s 3-week winter break will end, and he will return to school. Kind of. 

He will begin the second semester of seventh grade virtually.

Distance learning from home. 

Seated at a desk in his bedroom. Except when he’s up and exercising for his physical education class.

As hard as he’s trying, and as hard as his teachers are trying, there is just no substitute for in-person instruction. 

There is so much that goes on in a classroom that gets lost when a lesson is transmitted through a screen.

Click here to read my essay “12 Things Distance-Learning Lacks” that was published on BLUNTmoms.com.