Friday, April 29, 2016

Feminist Frustration

I’ve never burned a bra, though I’d love to burn them all because I hate wearing them.   I don’t hate men I’m quite fond of them actually).  I don’t wear make up most of the time, because I’m too lazy to get up earlier and do that.  And yet, I call myself a feminist.  Hubby calls me an, Angry Black Feminist, because of which he says the 2008 primary election between Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton was my worst nightmare.  He’s not wrong.

Yup.  None of this is true.


To me identifying as a feminist is important because being a woman is hard!  Yesterday, Duckie went to take your child to work day.  It used to be take your daughter to work day.  But now we are supposed to pretend that the need of a young boy to be able to envision himself with a successful career is as great as a girls.  That’s B.S. 

When I was in 5th grade, a teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.  I confidently said, “A chef!”  She told me that was a job for a man.  That was 30 years ago.  Today, some of our top celebrity chefs are women.  But have you noticed how most of them pretend they are cooking in their home kitchens (fully made up), while the men have the top restaurants and host the cooking competition shows?

Do I think there is a big conspiracy to keep women down?  No (unless we are talking politics, the yes).  But I think attitudes change slowly and most people are unaware of their biases.  Also, women are major contributors to the anti-feminist movement.  In my 20s I interviewed for a job at a company for which I had previously worked.  I had a great reputation and since leaving had more experience related to the position to which I was applying.  I did not get the job. Later I found out from my old boss (not the interviewer or head of the new department) that I did not get the job because the department head, a middle aged woman, was afraid I might decide to have children soon.  I was not married, didn’t even have a serious boyfriend, but this was her fear.  And to be clear, even if I was those things, I still should have gotten the job.  Had I not had the inside track, I would never have known why I did not get the job.  Instead my confidence would have taken a big hit and potentially discouraged me from applying for similar jobs. 


A recruiter once told me one of her female clients was not hired because the interviewer did not like her nail polish color.  I’ve been in countless management meetings about the likelihood that a woman would have a baby, or choose not to return after maternity leave.  These discussions determined which projects they were chosen to work on and who was up for promotions.  This is where the angry part comes in.  It’s pretty hard to be aware of all these daily injustices and not be angry.  


As a black woman, I get to add racial bias to female bias when I have to determine if my performance was the cause of a setback or if it’s something out of my control.  I’ve also always been told I look a lot younger than I am.  So we can throw ageism in the mix too.  Because often in the workplace young = dumb.

Ah, so many reasons for me to avoid corporate America.  If only that were effective.  But there is a woman running for president.  She has more experience at governing, policy making and crisis management than any other candidate in my lifetime.  But no matter, lets debate whether she is talking too loud, why she chose that outfit, her age and for good measure lets says she unqualified. 

Beyonce’s Lemonade visual album has social media and entertainment media ablaze.  Mostly attempting to confirm who her husband Jay-Z must have cheated with to prompt her to make an album about adultery (as well as female strength and unity, racism, and family, but those topics aren’t salacious enough for discussion).  Because it’s simply not possible that as an artist (like say an actor) that a female entertainer singing about relationship problems is not using her imagination instead of personal experience.  Taylor Swift knows all about this.  Because God forbid she writes a song and it’s not about an ex-boyfriend (which the world has also decided she has too many of. She’s doing what a 20 something is supposed to do … date!).  I’m mean we do know that Billy Jean was not his lover and the kid was not his son, right?! 



But there is hope.  My Duckie loves super heroes and princesses.  She hunts with daddy, cooks with mommy and swims with both of us.  She comes with us to look at potential properties and gives her investment advice.  She is a constant advocate for I can do anything a boy can do and anything a girl can do.

Once Duckie recovered from the news that Obama does not get to be president forever, she wanted to know who was running to replace him.  As she watched the male faces come up on the TV screen, she quickly yelled, “Well why can’t it be a woman?!).  I was pleased to say, “It can be!” 

Alrighty then, I’m sure if I look hard enough I can find a bra to burn, feel free to send donations.  This girl is on fire.  Talk soon…. BMK

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Thursday, April 21, 2016

Spring Break the Finale

Do you have a child who sleeps when other people are around?  A child who can pass out from sheer exhaustion? Does your child interrupt your party to say, it’s time for him/her to go to bed?  Is your child most likely to have her bra frozen at a sleepover?  If you answered yes to any of these questions, you don’t know Duckie!  (In my “You don’t know AARP” voice)

There is not one time I can look back on when she fell asleep while the party was still going.  Even when she was an infant, I’d see other babies just conk out on their parent’s shoulder or lap.  I’ve no idea what that feels like.  

Duckie slept in a moving stroller outdoors on lengthy excursions and in her room with the lights off.  That’s all it’s ever been.  If you want your kid to sleep, don’t invite Duckie for a sleep over.  If you want your kid to wind down, leave the party that Duckie is attending.   We once gave her Benadryl on a 13 hour flight.  Little known fact:  For a small percentage of the population Benadryl is an upper.  Guess who is part of the teeny, tiny percentage?
She was asleep.  No one was around

In the Caribbean after being left alone she finally gave in to a mid day nap


Six years in, I’ve accepted her for the party gal that she is and likely will always be.  To her, if there are people around, it’s the equivalent of the sun shining brightly.  It can’t be bedtime. When she does sleep, she normally goes down for a good 11-12 hours.  So I’m not mad at that.  Hubby and I are parents who actually have alone time.  But what happens when it’s just me and the kid?

Mommies don’t get boring.  At least not boring enough for Duckie to decide to sleep rather than spend 2 hours in our hotel room in Islamorada, doing everything possible to stay awake while simultaneously annoying me.  Then, as is her way in the company of others, she was up bright and early.  Did I mention that when she does not get her 11-12 hours of sleep per night she gradually turns into a Wildling? 

The following night we woke up at 5am to catch our flight from Fort Lauderdale to DC.  She’d clocked about 9 hours of sleep.  The next night, I had the distinct pleasure of sharing a room and bed with her at my brother’s house.  I waited until she was knocked out to get into the bed.  She slept pretty well, while kicking, pushing and kneeing me at all times.  At one point she reach out grabbed my scalp, dug her nails in and pulled.  Hmm … maybe she wasn’t really sleeping.

Anyway, she probably slept 9 or 10 hours that night.  The cumulative effect of several nights with not enough sleep were evident as we explored DC.  On the way into the White House she was convinced that I and all the members of the CIA were directing her to the wrong place, since that white building across the street must be the White House.  (Fact you already know: Every building near or on the National Mall is white.) Once inside she hopped and skipped and pranced her way through, which is what she did on our previous tour while singing “Ring Around the Rosie” as loud as possible.  Fortunately, this time the tour was self-guided, unlike the tour we did three years ago. So this time her shenanigans did not disturb anyone.  Whew!


But by the time we finished lunch at The Hamilton and walked to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, I was at my breaking point.  I had a delusion of taking to her to this awesome museum filled with rocket ships and she’d be like, “Aw mom, this is the greatest place on earth.  I can’t wait to learn how everything works!”  Instead she said, “This place is awesome” and proceeded to run from one exhibit to another, never taking a moment to absorb any information. Reading, which she recently became very good at, was not an activity in which she was willing to engage.  We got to go inside an actual space ship at her demand.  And she was in and out in under 10 seconds.  It was like she was checking off a 6 year-old’s bucket list of “Places I’ve never run through before.” 

Having been bombarded with non-stop questions about the itinerary for the last 3 days (Mom, when do we go to the White House? Mom do we go to the White House today or tomorrow?  Mom, you forgot to tell me when we are going to the White House!)  I was too burnt out to deal with, Mom can we go to this part of the museum? Mom where are we going after the museum? And on and on.  Fortunately, Hubby had joined us just before the White House Tour and seeing the glued on look of frustration on my face he said, “You need a break.” 
 

Typewriter Eraser at the National Gallery of Art Sculpture Park
Fountain at Sculpture Park


Truer words had never been spoken.  Luckily for me, I did see enough of this coming to book us a room at Embassy Suites DC Convention Center.  Because if I had to sleep in the same room with the Wildling for another night I might had truly lost it.  Instead, the hotel had happy hour at 5:30pm.  Me and my sangria found our way to relaxation.   We were joined by a friend for drinks and then dinner and then we were passed out by 9:30pm.  And little Miss Wildling, was nice and cozy sleeping alone in the dark on the pull out sofa in the next room!  Ah! Peace is a two room suite for $190.   Bonus points for the free made to order breakfast.  (Better in New Orleans than DC but, free is for me.)

Take away:  It seemed like a really nice idea to have an extended spring vacation (10 days).  It also seemed like a cool idea to have most of that be just mommy and daughter.   Independently these could be good ideas.  Together, bad idea!  I’m still detoxing.  10 straight full days of parenting is really too much, particularly once the child can talk, think and form ideas.  I’m just sayin!

If you’d like to visit the White House, you’ll need to make a request through your Congressperson (senator or representative).  Most requests can be made via their websites or email.  You should make your request as far in advance as possible to increase the likelihood of having it approved.  You will not be notified of approval until approximately 2 weeks before. But again if you request more than 6 weeks in advance and avoid peak season (i.e. summer) you’ll get what you’ve requested.

Well I’ve been away for 10 days and the world didn’t wait for me to come back.  So I’ve gotta go lots to do (like schedule “me time.”)  Talk soon …. BMK


Thursday, April 14, 2016

Doing Spring Break Differently

I spent my 20s traveling on my own and with friends.  There was a stretch where I traveled at least once a month, usually coming to work on a Monday straight from the airport.  Then I met “Him” and he loved to travel so we got married and traveled together.  Then Duckie came along and we became a traveling trio. Shortly after she turned one, I started working for myself and as two self-employed parents with and infant/toddler/preschooler, we were free to travel whenever we wanted (and finances allowed).  With the exception our annual wedding anniversary trip, everywhere we went, Duckie went. 

Then first grade happened and we found ourselves planning vacations around the school calendar (though, I’m changing my mind about this.)  Then Hubby, left the self-employed world and joined the corporate world.   Our traveling trio schedule was completely up-ended.  So it was time to get creative. 

Duckie decided months ago that if it was spring break, it meant we would go to New Orleans.  This is what we did last year, when her break coincided with Easter.  We had an absolutely great trip.  And despite doing only two kid oriented things (The Easter parade which was as fun for adults as kids, and the children’s museum, for which she was nearly too big), Duckie loved New Orleans and has talked about it all year.   She’s the biggest foodie in the family so, I guess it makes sense.

Partying in New Orleans 2015

But I couldn’t fathom reliving that family trip without one-third of our trio.  And Hubby would not be able to take a week off of work.  In addition, going to NO meant paying for hotels and flights, both of which were high priced for spring break, and eating all meals out.  Normally, I’d be a proponent of renting an apartment, but in New Orleans, I don’t believe in cooking.  There is just too much good food out there waiting to be eaten. Anyway, try explaining all of this to a 6 year old.  It ends like this, “Yup, that’s interesting.  Still want to go to New Orleans.  I’ll go pack.”

So I had to change strategies.  I knew if we went to Florida and stayed at Villa Pompano, we could not only save money but also there was a good chance, Hubby could join us for a weekend.  But to a travel spoiled child, suggesting that you go to the Florida house which is your default vacation spot, wont’ fly.  So I set out to add something irresistible. 

Spoiled travel child’s primary complaint is that we don’t take her to Islands.  We go there on anniversary trips and leave poor her home to be spoiled by grandparents.  So I decided to plan a side trip to the Florida Keys when Hubby left us to return to NJ.  Despite having been back and forth to Key West a few times with Hubby, I bought the Top Ten guide book to see what family things one could do in the keys.  And bingo!  Swim with the dolphins.  Oh wait, that cost over $100 per person.  So I pivoted to swimming with the stingrays, $65, yes!  I made the grand announcement to Duckie and expecting the confused look on her face, I had pulled up a YouTube video to show her what exactly is a stingray.  The desired ooohs and aaaahs followed.  Score!

So I booked us a hotel in Islamorada, one of the higher keys about a 2 hour drive from Pompano Beach/Ft. Lauderdale.  Again, spring break pricing was in effect so I booked just one night at a hotel that meant my exacting standards.  Only open for a year, the Amara Cay is a boutique styled hotel with a funky lobby filled with swinging chairs leading to a full bar and indoor/outdoor restaurant.  Outside another bar serves the warm pool and private beach area with drinks and meals.  And there is even a small playground on the beach.  The rooms are bright and sunny with beds featuring only white linens (of course) and the bathrooms, while small have a large walk in shower.  The coolest feature is the hotel shuttle.  A Mercedes van that will take guests to most destinations on the island.  This alleviates having to map out every destination and stress about driving while on vacation.



After we arrived, we grabbed a quick lunch on the beach and set out for the Theater of the Seas for our swim with the sting rays.  During the two months from when I told Duckie about this plan until our arrival, she told everyone she knew and didn’t know about how she was going to swim with the sting rays. 

Now faced with nearly a dozen small and medium sized rays, she was less enthusiastic.  Fear is not in Duckies vocabulary.  Thus, when faced with something she doesn’t want to do, you can almost she hear brain working to figure out a logical suggestion for why we should not participate.  Fortunately, this program was very kid friendly.  The first step is to sit at the edge of the water and feed the sting rays.  Duckie was not too excited about that because their mouths are below their bodies and not visible.  But after I fed a few fish to a few rays and petted them, I could see her curiosity peak.  I held her hand and coached her on how to feed them.  After a few minutes she was comfortable. Then the guides asked if we were ready to snorkel.  I was pretty sure that was a no go.  But they wisely, suggested we just stand up with the masks on in the deeper water and put our faces in.  This was perfect as Duckie was able to see not only the sting rays but a wide variety of fish and even a giant lobster creeping along the bottom.  And Duckie being Duckie she is now bragging that she swam with the sting rays! 

Post Sting Ray Swim


Before leaving she watched and participated in the sea lion show.  She got to throw a ring and the sea lion caught it around his neck.  There was also a glass bottom boat ride, dolphin show and parrot show.  Plus a tour will take you around to see the sea turtles, alligators, sharks and other sea animals.  All the animals are rescues.  Many are handicapped like the turtles that have attached flotation devices to help them balance.  We didn’t have time to do everything, but I thought it was a great opportunity for Duckie to appreciate imperfection and the importance of caring for our environment.

We spent the remainder of our time eating, of course.  We had a delicious (but expensive) gourmet meal at Chef Michael’s restaurant.  The menu includes several fish which can be prepared many different ways.  I had escargot followed by hogfish stuff with crabmeat, capers and shitake, topped with key lime butter.  Yum!  Duckie had the largest kid’s menu bowl of pasta every.   She took pride in eating everything.  There is no way I could have eaten all of that pasta and walked out of the restaurant. 



Having spent enough on dinner we took the shuttle bus to an ice cream shop for dessert, just to keep the gluttony going.  Then we slept (not an easy thing to get Duckie to do when sharing a room) and woke up to follow our morning swim with more food.  Breakfast was at the Trip Advisor top rated Mangrove Mikes.  I was shocked to see gluten-free pancakes on the menu.  We were still in the South.  The pancakes were very good.  I was apparently pushing it when I noticed soy milk was on the menu and asked to have it in my cappuccino.  The waitress, gave me some scary explanation of how the milk is already mixed in, so it could not be switched to soy.  Huh?  What?  I figured it best to forgo this line of questioning.


After our yummy meal we hit the road, stopped at the sandal factory to get a new pair of flip flops for Duckie and of course made a quick stop at the Starbucks on Key Largo in route back to Pompano Beach.

All in all we had a great 24 hour girl’s vacation.  And after a week in Florida, we packed our bags, got too little sleep and are now on a flight to DC.  Irresistible Spring break part two, Obama’s House.  Stay tuned.

Gotta go, landing soon.  Let’s talk later … BMK



Thursday, April 7, 2016

I Know You Don’t Want to Talk About This Anymore Than I Do …

There are some topics I’m happy to discuss and read about, child sexual abuse is not one of those topics.  In fact, when I received an email from my local YMCA this week on the topic, I didn’t want to read it.  My first reaction was to quickly delete, since it wasn’t announcing any special events or programs in which I wanted to partake.  The email was acknowledging the Y’s participation in Child Sexual Abuse Awareness Month and its commitment to making sure its staff are safe for our children.

I did close the email.  And then I forced myself to open it and read it, carefully.  My initial reaction surprised me.  I’ve read plenty of articles about how to talk to children about protecting their bodies and privacy.  I’ve gone back and forth with using the real terms for discussions of private parts and for using more cutesie terms.  Mostly, I’ve made sure to have the conversations with Duckie about what is not OK for someone to do to her. 

But as I clicked through to the link for the organization Darkness to Light, it was clear that the person I haven’t been talking to is me.  The site makes its crystal clear that as an adult society we are comfortable arming our kids with information and trusting that they will A: defend themselves and/or B: tell us when there is a problem.  So in a nutshell we are saying it’s up to them to prevent and report. 

But statics show the likelihood of this happening, especially the reporting is very very low.  Something I should know, because I certainly never spoke up.  I was around the same age as Duckie is now.  And a teenage neighbor shamed me into not saying anything and into continuing to participate.  I have no idea how long it when on.  In fact, for years after deciding not to say anything, I pretty much forgot about.  He moved away and I didn’t have to deal.  I didn’t have to make up excuses to avoid him and his family.  So I chose to get rid of the shame by getting rid of the memory.  But shortly before I got married, I saw a film on the topic and it opened the memory flood gate.  Still I kept quiet.  I’ve only really discussed it with my husband, in relation to how to protect our daughter.

And by no means did I ever intend to share it here.  But if you are gonna talk the talk, you’ve gotta walk the walk, right?  So I set about learning what I’m sure my family didn’t know all those years ago.  Here are some excerpts from Darkness to Light’s website and brochures:

It's unrealistic to expect a six- year-old to fend off sexual advances from an adult relative. Children often cannot recognize sexual advances for what they are, and have been taught to “mind” adults who are authority figures.
1 in 10 children are abused, which means it’s likely we all know a child who is being abused.
Youth are 2.5 times more likely than adults to be raped. 40 % of victims are age 11 and younger.
Most child victims never report abuse.
90% of child victims are abused by someone they know.  40% are abused by an older/larger youth (like babysitters or cousins).
Eliminate/reduce one-on-one situations between your child and another adult or older youth.
Ensure the programs in which your child participates have anti-isolation policies and background checks. 
Listen and ask only opened ended questions when a child discloses to you and always report it to the police or anonymous child abuse hotline.
The abuser may try to confuse the child about right and wrong, or may try to shame them.
Explain to children that secrets are harmful and that if someone asks them to keep one, they should tell you.
Tell children it’s not okay for adults or older youth to use sexual language with them.
And most importantly have an on-going conversation with your kids about sexual abuse and when age appropriate about sex (probably younger than you think).

Darkness to Light 1in 10 video 

The YMCA also offers a helpful tip in their brochure on child sexual abuse:

Listen and watch for signs of your child receiving special attention that other children or teens are not receiving, including favors, treats, gifts, rides, increasing affection or time alone, particularly outside the activities of school, child care, or other activities.

It’s clear to me that I have a lot more work to do in my conversations with Duckie and in my own vigilance.  I don’t want her to live in fear.  And, I don’t want her to give up her sparkling, friendly personality.  So the onus is on me to protect her and all the children in our lives.

Well, that’s all for today.  Very somber but very important.  No room for jokes.  This topic triggers my flight response.  But luckily, I’m on a flight to sunny Florida right now. That means my next post is bound to be much happier.  Cellphones off, tray tables up! -BMK

Resources
Darkness to Light
http://www.d2l.org/
Prevent Child Abuse – New Jersey
1-800-CHILDREN (1-800-244-5373)
www.PreventchildabuseNJ.org
Stop It Now
1-888-Prevent (1-888-773-8368)
www.stopitnow.org
Child Help USA
1-800-422-4453
www.childhelpusa.org
The National Children’s Advocacy Center
256-533-0531
www.nationalcac.org
The Association for Treatment of Sexual Abusers
503-643-1023

www.atsa.org