It was that time of year again. Between the Halloween parties and events at my kids’ schools, I needed a costume for myself. Ughh… I had been thinking maybe this year I should just buy a mask, especially since I had been comfortably wearing one for weeks. The funny part is I did not even realize it until it slipped off when I was at the gym a week before.
My father always told me that time passes quickly as you get older. But mid-August. Really? The last two months have been a blur of washing chlorine-soaked wet towels and sweeping up gritty sand trekked in from park and beach outings. But I am not complaining. There was a period this season when time could not move fast enough.
3:oo a.m. Shrieking screams followed by the sounds of charging feet awaken my husband and I out of slumber. Our bedroom door burst open and the light of the hallway reveals the silhouette of our 4-year-old daughter, Sage. In a panic she calls out “Momma” then races across the room and leaps into our bed.
It was one of those average weekday nights. We’d just finished dinner. The dishes needed to be washed and lunches packed for the next day. I glanced at the relentless clock and knew it’s was time to get the girls ready for bed.
“Girls, it’s time for your shower!” I yelled as I ran into the bathroom and turned on the water.
“Skye, get in first,” I shouted. “AND USE SOAP!”
It was the first week of February and, like most typical weekday mornings, I was rushing to get my girls to school. As I dropped off Sage, my youngest, the director of her day care pulled me aside to find out whether I was planning to get her African heritage portrait taken. They were setting up now, she said, and I hadn’t filled out a form.
I honestly planned on opting out. But with this conscious or subconscious nudge, I said yes. I don’t know why I was thinking about skipping the heritage picture, being Black History Month and all. But as I thought about it, I’d always been a little skeptical about the holiday.
Now don’t get me wrong, I believe there should be a time to celebrate African American heritage, but I prefer not to get caught up in the logistics of it being designated to a particular month. And the fact that I always hear the same focal points of our history during this time had been a turn off.