Growing up I was always shocked and embarrassed by my mothers ability to cry about anything. Movies, books, stories, sitcoms, Oprah, etc. I just didn't get it.
Today I realized I was becoming my Mother. Emelia and I sat down for our afternoon reading session. The book for today was Meet Addy (American Girl series).
The story is about a 9 year old slave girl who escapes to freedom. I started reading the first chapter aloud to Emelia and made it only a few chapters before I was crying. It was pretty intense and probably a bit inappropriate for a 4 year old. She was however hooked and wanted more. (This is probably where I make the point that in the future I will try to read the books first). I ended up reading the 70 pages story to her over about an hour. She loved it and had many questions. I however struggled to read without sobbing. 2 parts in particular really hit me. First was where the father and brother were sold to another slave owner. Second was where the mother left her baby behind so she could escape with the 9 year old. These are issues I will never face. No one in my family has and probably never will. As I was reading I couldn't help but to picture Levi.
When I had learned about slavery in the past it was always distant from my life. I felt compassion and sadness but not real understanding. Today I experienced it differently. I pictured my son working on the plantation, being beaten by his slave owner and sold as property. I realized for the first time that all the men and women who risked their lives for freedom from slavery...that they did it not only for themselves but they also did it for Levi. He is able, because of those who fought slavery, to come to America and live a life of endless opportunity.
I have a african son. over 100 years ago if he came to America it would have been on a slave ship. Now he comes as my beloved son, a equal portion of my heart, a equal heir.
See, I have become my Mother. Crying and blogging about an American Girl story book.