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Took the girls to “Circus Amok” today. I was afraid Sandy and Clementine would charge the stage so I sat them on little cement pods far off to the side. Clementine was stuck for a while but Sandy walked straight away. That is until one of the performers balanced a ladder on her chin. Then she froze and I saw the wheels churning…thank goodness I don’t own a ladder.
OH, and I learned a few months ago that Clem’s dad identifies as Muslim- so now the circle widens even more. It’s a bit overwhelming. There are so many ways to fail.
I’m pretty eager for Sandy and Clementine to become old enough to take on a more volitional role in their cultural identity. Everyone has an opinion on what it means to be black, to be Puerto Rican, Jewish, jewrican, raised by a white mom, etc.
Part of the problem is that I don’t know how I identify myself. I didn’t know any of my ethnic background until I was 25. Now that I know, should I feel more motivated to explore my German, Irish and Mexican background? How weird is it that all 3 of us will eventually have my Dutch last name even though none of are Dutch?
I know this sounds cliche, but I think I’m going to make a big, family identity collage to help me figure out our family identity. I have questions like how Jewish are Sandy and I going to be? How much, if any, black identity will Clementine and I take on?(Btw- I’m not advertising the bags- just a photo I lifted because it capture the culture via materialism issue- blah blah)
Runfostermama said that Clem’s brother took a Rosh Hashanah book to pre-k for show-and-tell but he wasn’t allowed to share it. They made him talk about his shirt instead.
Too religious I guess? I’m still trying to get a handle on what/which Jewish holidays are celebrated by secular Jews. Chanukah and Passover seem to be the ones with the most events but since public school let’s out for two whole days for Rosh Hashanah (yesterday and today) it makes me think I’m missing something.
Asia just sent me a video of Clemmie throwing her toys out the window. We juuust went through this with Sandy.
Last night we were out and Sandy kept shouting “Oww!” And pointing at the trees. Then she’d say it again and point at the sky. She said it at least 100 times. Finally I figured out that she was expecting to find OWLS because most of her books that show nighttime include owls.
All of a sudden, scabies isn’t funny anymore.
How the heck do foster agencies handle infectious disease control with court ordered visits? Surely birth families can’t be forces to get medical clearance before the next visit…can they?
Wake-up to a toddler saying “Ketchup? Ketchup? Mommy, Ketchup?” and see them hold a giant squeezy container of the stuff over your head.
Between Elia getting engaged and now Antoinette being featured as one of the “15 most influential Hispanics at the white house” my heart feels like it’s going to burst. I can’t believe that Antoinette, Elia and Asia are all from my original craigslist babysitter club. So lucky and privileged to have these
girls ladies help me raise my foster kids.
[If you don’t understand Spanish, it’s still worth watching around the 2 minute mark for the photos and then 4:45 for some blushing over George Clooney]
She apologized for not showing up on Saturday. She said her phone was broken. They’re going to come over on Thursday. She told me to only make her a salad and that Jacket wants pizza. Easy enough.