It's monday morning -- a double whammy in my life. I hate mornings in general, and monday mornings all the more so. It takes so little to throw off my day on a monday morning. We started out 1/2 late as one of my darling daughters had decided to turn the alarm volume down! Luckily, I woke up anyway. I was starting out grumpy, but got in the car and was greeted by a cheery "I wear my helmet" by The Bobs on the radio. Hard to be grumpy, listening to The Bobs. Dropped the girls at my mother's for the day. How is it that at 40 some years of age, a comment or a look from my mother still makes me feel 10?

My mother lives in the suburbs. I live in the city. My mother commented to me that my sister mentioned that if she were to move (she lives in my neighborhood right now), she would move to my parents neighborhood. My sister, her husband, and her son are all African-American. In my parents neighborhood there is currently a Hmong family, a Tanzanian family, and a Hispanic family. I said I wouldn't want to move my kids there because I like that my kids go to a school that is predominately non-white and 60% native spanish speaking. 2 of my 3 girls are girls of color. My mother questioned why I like that. I told her I have had lots of friends with non-white kids who live in the suburbs that have had to deal with numerous racial/identity issues that we have yet to experience. She gave me a "look" and said well, if someone had to integrate the suburbs, my sister was the one to do it. Somehow that look told me that if I had said I'd rather be in the suburbs, my sister would have been right staying in the city! Sigh.