I know it’s been a while since I’ve submitted a rambling. I’ve been really struggling with motivation. I’m afraid I’ve been letting the lethargy and apathy win, but today I’m going to fight back and share this story with you.
Several years ago, when the kids were 7 and 9 (feels like a lifetime ago) my dad invited us to take a trip to Texas with him in the transport truck. The kids were pretty excited about going and I had the week off work so I agreed to go.
It was an interesting trip all around but the highlight was the hotel in Houston where we stayed one night (all the other nights we slept in the bunk in the truck). The hotel had a pool and the kids were ecstatic about being able to go swimming.
It was July but we were the only ones using the pool. At one point I noticed a little Latino girl watching us from the window. She seemed fascinated with watching the kids play in the pool. I waved to her, but before she could respond her mother ushered her away from the window. I assume she was being told it wasn’t polite to stare. In her defense she had probably never seen such pasty, white people (see Canadian) before.