Monday, October 8, 2018

Happy Columbus Day

It's a sight to see: walking down Fifth Avenue in New York City, left and right, people...some tourists, some not...all of them waving flags and clapping, smiles a mile wide across their faces.
It lifted me up as my initial feeling about this day was tempered by all that's going on in the world right now; the social justice warriors online, insisting that a day precious to Italian-Americans should be changed to a day with another name...a sadness I couldn't shake as I wondered what my son would eventually learn in school about this Holiday.
I proceeded with my son's hand placed firmly in my own. His eyes grew wide as he took in the crowds, the pomp, the circumstance. Not to mention the entire contingency of the NYPD that came out to celebrate.
My heart ached and my mind began thinking about the day that I would have to explain to him that not everybody liked or respected the police as much as we do. 
I set it aside and marched alongside my husband. I took in the sights and sounds and smells of the day and focused on the good.
I determined to get through this parade without shedding a single tear.
Towards the very end, uptown, near the bleachers, a man made me break this ridiculous promise.
As we walked by, he leaned over the barricade and shouted, "Thank You Officers, for keeping us safe!"
He was a black man, bald and bespectacled, and we made eye contact for just a moment.
His outer layer fell away as I saw his heart.
And of course, I began to cry.
Because in the midst of all the furor over what we should call this day and the constant opinions of those who could never do my husband's job (not even for a day) there was this simple acknowledgement.
And I smiled.
Through tears, I smiled.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Nice to See

We went to an amusement park this past weekend; a quick trip, a short getaway, a moment to see my kid's face light up...well worth the price of admission.
After we had already parked, we noticed this sign up closer to the front entrance, and I felt compelled to take a picture.
It was nice to see.
Nice to see in a country so divided that we've forgotten who the Super Heroes are.
Nice to see days before we are reminded, yet again, of those who gave their lives for our freedoms.
Those Super Heroes that are now and forever frozen in time...they'll never get older, they'll never feel what the rest of us are already feeling...the dread hanging over this space in time...tomorrow...a day we can't dismiss, or forget, or take away from.
I know I'll shed my share of tears tomorrow. Being so close to the event that changed us all forever, I find it impossible not to feel some sense of reverence, as well as a hefty dose of nostalgia, for the way things once were.
I pray that you will remember the Super Heroes.
I know I'll be thinking about them all day.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Robbers in New York

"Are there robbers in New York?" My four-year-old asked me this morning, musing as it were, as we talked about his new Lego Police Station and all the new characters.
"Well, yes...there are robbers. But not where we go. Where we go, there's always a Police Officer to help."
What I wouldn't give to be inside his little mind as he puzzled that one out.

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