Quarantine Journals - Protests, Tantrums, Heart break

Oliver is a hot mess. Sad, scared, rage, all the time. I assume it's developmental, but it is wearing me out.

Earlier today, and quite at random:

Penny just came back from brushing her teeth.  Her jaw is set. I can tell she has something important to say.

"Mommy. Do you know what the bravest thing you can do for a Black person is?"

"What is that?"

"If you see a Black person about to be shot, you have to get in front of them and save them."

"Wow, that's a very brave thing to do. I hope we can change the world so that all Black people can be safe without having to do that though."

"I hope so too. But if I see a Black person in trouble, I'm going to have to do it."

My 7 year old gets it, but I'm still trying to explain the meaning of community to other adults who think Black Lives Matter is a threat and that  wearing a mask is an infringement of their personal freedoms. 

Now if you'll excuse me, my mama heart is broken. 

We watched a protest at the statue in Weatherford, and watched a man come out yelling all sorts of choice words and spew hate. It was disgusting and filled me with rage and I wanted to be there and I am so mad I cannot be. 

Texas cases continue to sky rocket, minor mandates set in place, events cancelling... people are still posting BS about how it's not real or the media is lying to us. President retweeting white supremacy posts. 

Hard days.