I Love The Internet: The DIY Edition

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Sometimes the Internet is even more amazing and helpful and delightful than you thought. Sometimes on a Friday night when you’re exhausted and post on Facebook that you don’t have the energy for all the links, your friends share links with you. Of what they’ve read. Of what they’ve written. Of all the awesome. Because sometimes you need the Internet to carry you a bit. Maybe just because you’re tired. That’s a good enough reason. Good job, Internet.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be drinking tea, reading all these posts, and watching the Internet do my work. 



“People who say they are color blind, to me, are liars. Of course you see color. You may not treat people differently because of their color- and that’s great! But you see color.

My 5-year-old sees color. She wonders why Mommy is brown when “everyone else in our family is white” (herself included). She thinks her skin is white, bless her little heart. We don’t talk about black and white much. I like to save whatever innocence she has left, but when these questions come up in her mind we try to answer them with as much age-appropriate honesty as we can. When she was younger and was trying to clarify things to me, she’d say things like “no, my brown grandma, not my white grandma.”

Oh. Okay, baby girl.

I see color. I see that I am brown (black, whatever) and my husband is white. I see when I am the only black woman in the room full of white people. In the words of Danny Glover, “Every day of my life I walk with the idea I am black no matter how successful I am.”

Yes. This.” Read more at 5800miles.com.


“So many of these milestones find us on the sidelines, somewhat helpless to do more than wait it out until they come or pass on their own.  You can’t force that first smile, regardless of how many ridiculous things you find yourself doing in front of your weeks-old baby.  You can’t prevent your children from experiencing the kind of pain that breaks her leg, or the kind that breaks his heart.” Read more from Jamie Krug at babycenter.com.


“When it comes to adoption, open adoption especially, expectations are a hard thing to rid yourself of. The entire relationship, even when you are strangers, is built entirely on expectation:  That these people will be the perfect family showcased in the file you are presented with, that they will raise your child how you want them to, that they will be good people, and not disappoint, that the openness you’ve agreed on will continue, even when the paperwork isn’t legal. After eleven years of nothing but expectations, ones that were met and ones that led to disappointment, the idea that I needed to send this (big) letter with no expectations was harder than hitting the send button.” Read more at anotherversionofmother.com.


 “Children are naturally curious about those different from what we are. In the light of Ferguson, many will be returning to school playgrounds soon where discussion on race may be a topic. Whether we talk about race in our homes or not, school is often the place where children first hear of things.

With school already starting for many, parents want to be prepared for the questions their children may bring home about some of the things they’ve heard about Ferguson, and about race. What can we do so that our children are prepared to understand and comprehend, as much as they are able, the current high level of tension surrounding the topic of race in our country? By being the ones to approach the concept of race with our children, we send an important message. We say without words through the visibility of our actions, to learn from our example.” Read more from Alexandra Rosas at metroparentmagazine.com.


And then Melisa drew all the pictures (I love it when she does this), and there are way too many awesome posts for me to share here, so go to Facebook, read all the links, and add your own.

Tonight I asked for help and got it. I also found a whole list of new blogs I didn’t know about that I’m adding to my reader. Asking for help apparently rules. Who knew!

Author: Casey

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