Lately the Lil' Diva has had to deal with a lot of loss. In July 2009 her beloved maternal grandmother became an ancestor. In September 2009 her beloved paternal grandfather became an ancestor and her paternal grandmother was placed into the intensive care unit almost becoming an ancestor. She, the Lil' Diva, dealt with celebrating both of their birthdays without them yet full of tears by our family. She smiled and laughed through a difficult Thanksgiving-
Christmas-Kwanzaa-New Years Holy-day/holiday season hiding her loss with comedy and artistic engagement. Then in
January I, her Dad was placed in the hospital for an emergency surgery on the same night that her paternal grandmother was placed into the hospital again. During all of this time she has become more apt to shed tears or crack a joke than previously. Yesterday while folding clothes she huffed up the stairs opened the door to my bedroom and stated to my wife and I "Men's underwear are gross ! When I get married my husband is going to have to do his own laundry !" Then she looked directly at me still recovering from my surgery and added "Unless he's sick of course." and semi-slammed the door as she returned to her unfortunate chore. Children say the
darnedest things.
Sooooo.... We're drivinng in the car from Church and from a lil' shopping when I roll down the windows reveling in the serene summer sun and such. In the back the Lil' ones are chomping hard upon some Tropical flavored chewing-gum. The car smells like a tropical forest until.....A car approaches and passes that reeks of gasoline. I hear some sniffing from the back seat, then almost urined upon myself while laughing. The Lil' Diva asks "What's that smell ?" Here Mother-Dearest replies "It's gas." Lil' Diva responds "That gas took the 'good' out of my 'gum !"
We need to tell our own stories
Where are the Negro Saves The Whitey films? Where are the stories like the true story of my father turning around the Boy Scout Troop I belonged to from a troop that was dying spiritually and physically into a troop that not only made me an Eagle Scout, but boasted more Eagle Scouts during his tenure than in the entire history of the troop?
Lately the Lil' Diva has had to deal with a lot of loss. In July 2009 her beloved maternal grandmother became an ancestor. In September 2009 her beloved paternal grandfather became an ancestor and her paternal grandmother was placed into the intensive care unit almost becoming an ancestor. She, the Lil' Diva, dealt with celebrating both of their birthdays without them yet full of tears by our family. She smiled and laughed through a difficult Thanksgiving-Christmas-Kwanzaa-New Years Holy-day/holiday season hiding her loss with comedy and artistic engagement. Then in January I, her Dad was placed in the hospital for an emergency surgery on the same night that her paternal grandmother was placed into the hospital again. During all of this time she has become more apt to shed tears or crack a joke than previously. Yesterday while folding clothes she huffed up the stairs opened the door to my bedroom and stated to my wife and I "Men's underwear are gross ! When I get married my husband is going to have to do his own laundry !" Then she looked directly at me still recovering from my surgery and added "Unless he's sick of course." and semi-slammed the door as she returned to her unfortunate chore. Children say the darnedest things.
