I was at the gym. I had just finished my workout and I didn’t have time to get home. The gym manager and I sat on some nearby bikes and watch the inauguration. I couldn’t help but cry. I wanted my daddy to see it. I wanted Isaac to see it. I called my [...]
I was at the gym. I had just finished my workout and I didn’t have time to get home. The gym manager and I sat on some nearby bikes and watch the inauguration. I couldn’t help but cry. I wanted my daddy to see it. I wanted Isaac to see it. I called my husband and my mom to make sure they saw it. I don’t have the words to express what I’m feeling right now. All I’ve been able to say is, “My Lord!” God is sovreign! My prayers are with the new president and his lovely family.
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Thanks for the comment… I totally understand! We have to do better to instill a sense of pride and dignity to our kids. As a teacher, that’s probably the biggest let down. They’ll get better. There is a light at the end of the middle school tunnel!!! Oh and congratulations, you are my top commentator!!!
Your post made me emotional. The Inauguration was emotional too. Seeing that family! They’re like royalty, and will be treated like royalty all around the world. A brown family.
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This was deep… So deep that I needed a minute. Had to step out in the hallway to gather my thoughts and reflect. I was affected greatly by this experience. It was beautiful!
I watched the inauguration with my students and there was so little appreciation and more disrespect than I would have liked to experience. They talked and joked while the invocation was being given and while I had my chest puffed out, they almost deflated it! This is our future though. I expected so much more. I’m disappointed. I had to go and get a coke. Dr. Ian would be so disappointed.
I want for my kids to remember where they were, how they felt, and what they remember when they describe this moment to their children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews. Similar to they wave of emotions I felt on 9/11. So many expectations, so little time.
Sorry to have blogged on your blog. Guess I should just copy and paste to my website huh?