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| Living the dream at Carnegie Science Center #MLKDay |
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| Enjoying Carnegie Science Center |
And, although this country still has a way to go as it relates to living up to its creed, if you compare the opportunities that exist compared to those that existed when Dr. King was alive, we have overcome a lot.
Evidence of a Dream Come True
We can live where we want to live, work where we want to work, and love who we want to love without fear of governmental intrusion. There is a lot of work to be done to transform heart and minds into creating a more inclusive culture for all. Still, we should not forget that the law used to be a sharp tool that was wielded to perpetuate injustice. Eliminating those barriers was a true feat and we have all taken advantage of those.
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I celebrated the day by attending the local "Drum Major of Justice" awards event, putting away my groceries (they were delivered), watching a movie, doing laundry, making dinner, watching the "I have a Dream speech" with my kids and going out to the Carnegie Science Center with my kids. In a word, I enjoyed the day and took advantage of the advances that Dr. King's sacrifice have provided.
I had planned to take my kids to an organized MLK Day celebration. However, they weren't dressed in time or inclined to attend. I actually marvel at those people who are able to wrangle their kids at will to attend cultural events. My failure to do so is either a reflection of the fact that I don't beat them or just my overall failure as a mom to enforce qualities with which I personally struggle. I don't bet a lot, but I guess the odds are fairly low that a woman who struggled with time before becoming a mother would transform into a more timely person after having kids who are resistant to getting ready.
Anyway, my kids and I enjoyed our time together. Our time at the Carnegie Science Center was uneventful. We went in, we enjoyed ourselves--we weren't relegated to the back of the line, segregated to a certain area or forced to drink from "White Only" water fountains. And, I think that is what the dream was all about.
I had planned to take my kids to an organized MLK Day celebration. However, they weren't dressed in time or inclined to attend. I actually marvel at those people who are able to wrangle their kids at will to attend cultural events. My failure to do so is either a reflection of the fact that I don't beat them or just my overall failure as a mom to enforce qualities with which I personally struggle. I don't bet a lot, but I guess the odds are fairly low that a woman who struggled with time before becoming a mother would transform into a more timely person after having kids who are resistant to getting ready.
Anyway, my kids and I enjoyed our time together. Our time at the Carnegie Science Center was uneventful. We went in, we enjoyed ourselves--we weren't relegated to the back of the line, segregated to a certain area or forced to drink from "White Only" water fountains. And, I think that is what the dream was all about.
Thank you, Dr. King!
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