Some times parenting really sucks.  The last few days have been…trying, as N mentioned over on his blog.  The weekend didn’t go according to plan at all (although I suppose I should be thankful, since the ORIGINAL original plan was for N to be working all weekend and me to play the single parent), I was bummed about missing his coworker’s Rock Band party, I didn’t get anything done that I wanted to over the last few days, I had to stay home from work with Miss T today,  and quite frankly I am tired of dealing with a sick, fussy, temperamental, sleep-avoiding baby.  As I’ve said many times before, patience is not my strong suit and after the last several days my reserves are almost totally out.

But then, something happened tonight that went a long way in bolstering my confidence and recharging my parenting batteries.  While AE was getting ready for bed, he was telling me how they learned about Martin Luther King, Jr. at school today.  I pressed for details about what they learned, and he said that Dr. King wanted things to be fair for women.  And what else? I prompted.  Black people.  He wanted things to be fair for black people, just like for everyone, AE concluded.  And do you know why that is important? I asked.  Because, AE replied, it doesn’t matter what color you are.  We are all human.

And my heart just about burst with pride.