Son 2: “Hey mom? Do we have to be with you and dad like elementary school? Or can we roll out like we did last year at spring break?”
I stopped scrolling through my emails and looked up.
He was asking for a reason.
But things were different now. It didn’t feel like enough to discourage pulled-up hoodies and admonish them to “stick together.”
I didn’t know what to say.
And yes. We’ve had “the talk” many times. And revisit it often. But things are different now.
For a lot of reasons.
Like always, that helped me narrow things down. But, like always, I still wasn’t sure of my plan.
Me: “Gents? Let’s see what dad says about that, okay?”
They groaned in response. But they didn’t fight me. I knew they got it.
And that was that.
Man. These are complicated times. Even more complicated than the complicated that they already were.
And no. My first world beach vacation dilemma does not come even close to any of the REAL, TRUE tragedies in the news right now.
At all.
But.
Real talk? The block has BEEN hot, man. For years, man.
The only difference is that now somebody can film it on a cell phone and tweet about it.
Yeah.
Listen—keep listening and being disrupted with us. It’s the only way we can revise this illness script.
#BLM ⛓💔✊🏽