A Saturday feeling overwhelmingly thankful for our family, our city, our safety, and our community.
4:02 AM: Daisy wakes up, ever since potty training started she's been waking up at weird times a few days a week. Patrick, the angel he is, stayed up with her for a few hours so I could keep sleeping.
6:45 AM: I get up, make coffee and breakfast, finish watching Frozen with Daisy while we let Patrick go back to sleep for a little while. I do some work, I was on site for an event all day the day before so I spend an hour making sure I'm caught up or I won’t be able to stop thinking about it the rest of the weekend.
8:30 AM: Daisy wakes Patrick up, I start to get ready. On the weekends I like to do the Clarins Cryo Mask with my Ziipas a treat and then I get ready to go to my workout class.
10:30 AM: Workout done, I’m incredibly, disgustingly, horrifically, sweaty. I come home to wash off, get dressed, and then Patrick, Daisy, and I pack up to go protest the ICE raids, genocide, and fascism happening in our country.
11:30 AM: We walk through the streets for blocks and blocks, they feel alive, joyful, angry, safe. It feels good to meet up with strangers, and walk with them, knowing they are fighting for the same things you are.
2:30 PM: Daisy falls asleep on the drive home and Patrick and I pick up the Jambon Beurre from Maison Matho and then continue to not shut up about how good it is until the end of the day.
4:00 PM: We find a fair in our local park and walk to it. Daisy rides the car ride approximately twenty-five times, and I think to myself, this is one of those moments I want to never forget. We meet up with my best friend and walk to dinner. Daisy rides her bike in our back patio as the sun starts to set.
7:45 PM: The bath time debate begins and we spend the next hour fighting to get Daisy ready for bed. Somehow once again finding ourselves negotiating with a 3-year-old that she can wear her Elsa jersey to bed if she brushes her teeth. Finally, we read Richard Scarry's Cars, Trucks, and Things That Go 3 times, and she goes to bed.
9:00 PM: I somehow convince Patrick to watch The Seed of Chucky because it's my John Waters and Jennifer Tilly summer, even though I fall asleep 20 minutes into the movie.
My privilege is not lost on me when I reflect on how horrible and hard this week was. That I can watch the ICE raids, and I can read the news, and I can go out and protest, and fight as much as I can, but I, and my family, are safe. And that is why I'm writing this. If you have the privilege of walking outside and feeling safe you should be out fighting. Don't let the news scare you, saying the protests are violent. When they are, they have a right to be. They should be — it's how we get attention, action. When they are peaceful, we celebrate that too. I get to go with my daughter and show her of what in my eyes the entire point is: what community, feeling deeply, and loving looks like.
Stay safe,
-m
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