I couldn’t put the groceries away last night because it was late and I still had to tuck the girls in. Then I took care of Elle while I was trying to finish some of my crafts. This morning, I thought Perze put them away, but it turned out Emma woke up early & cleaned up, putting everything away. I’m floored. I didn’t even ask her to do that, but from her own volition, she wanted to help out. Things like this when I see the difference of ages between Emma and Zi. Emma has such great nurturing, helpful, mothering, empathetic skills, so much that she could look at all the groceries and would think how helpful it would be to me if she put them away. I love you, Emma for thinking of me.
This morning, during breakfast, as I was having a conversation w/Emma about slavery in history and the cost of freedom, she asked, “wow. Really? Mamam, were you alive in the 1800s?” The conversation was spurred from last night’s school timeline project. Emma had to research an African American who has greatly impacted our nation. She chose someone from history, so I suggested Harriet Tubman, the “Moses of her People”. At first, it would have been nice to have chosen someone from the science or entertainment field but there’s something deep within the pages of history. I wanted her to know more about the Underground Railroad and ways the slaves used to escape and why they escaped. That’s really the crux of the matter isn’t it? Freedom. The cost of freedom. I want her to realize that freedom isn’t everywhere. Even in the 2000s, people are still in metaphoric shackles struggling to be free.