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May 8, 2017

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Kindness is not weakness. Kindness is strength in

Kindness is not weakness. Kindness is strength in action.
Today we’ll walk for a friend we’ve never met but today he would have been 26.
His life was snuffed out not because of anything he did. Rather, because his skin color was *wrong*. So today we walk because our skin color is *right*. And we just can’t take these lies any more.
Because kindness can be shown with words but it flexes its strength when it moves. When it stands up for others who are created equal but not treated equal.
Today we walk with our brothers and sisters of color—beautiful color—who need to be heard. Need to be seen.
Who need to walk/run/jog/laugh/smile/enter a room without fear that their life may be in danger.
My children will learn that kindness is strength in action. And it starts today— with a walk. #ahmaudarbery
#runforahmaud #runforahmaudarbery

“Dom. Charlee. Come meet your baby brother, Devi

“Dom. Charlee. Come meet your baby brother, Devin.” My 4 year old son and 18 month old daughter peered at the little red ball yawning and stretching in my arms. “Can I hold him mommy?” Dom held out his arms to hold his new little brother.
Throughout the day, he came over to stare at his sleeping sibling; offering hugs before rushing off to play.
Charlee was equally smitten. With her own baby in her arms, she followed me wherever I went. When I changed the baby’s diaper, she changed her baby doll’s diaper. When I rocked Devin, she rocked her own bundle of joy.
A family of five felt wonderful. Until—“Mommy, I don’t feel well.” Marshall took Dom to the Doctor. I put my fretting to good use while rocking the baby with Charlee by my side. “It’s pneumonia,” read the text.
A few days later, Charlee began tugging at her ears. “Looks like an ear infection,” said the dr. “I’ll prescribe an antibiotic.” Worried about the baby, we began Operation Sibling Quarantine. Too late.
Devin tested positive for RSV at two weeks old.
Little did I know this was just a taste of what was ahead for our family. Dom would get sick. Two days later, Charlee would come down with a fever. Two days later, I wouldn’t feel so hot. The cycle continued—each family member generously taking his turn with a bout of sickness. “What are you doing?” Marshall asked.
I stood facing our wall calendar. “I’m tracking who gets sick. Maybe it’s not as bad as it feels.” A month in, I stopped. It was as bad as it felt.
The struggles extended into nap schedules, car seat arrangements, laundry, bathing, and clothing our family. “It’s our third baby! Shouldn’t we know what we are doing by now?!” At a MOPS meeting, seated across from a mom of three grown boys, I got my answer.
“It takes at least a year to find a new normal after having a baby. Every time.” She continued, “Every time a child is added into the picture, the entire family will need to get a handle on the changes that come with the new addition.” Oh.
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