So here we are at the end of yet another too-complicated week for raising kids in America. Yesterday morning, with hot tears on my cheeks that surprised me mid-sentence, I talked with our 11 year old about how — although I worry a lot about her and her sister — I get to worry less because we’re white. About why that shouldn’t make any sense, and why it does. About split-second decisions and biases we can’t see and a few of the so, so, so many reasons why we need to work harder to see them.
It’s been another week when I hug my kids a little tighter. When the simple things I’m grateful for feel much less simple than they ought to. I know this is a food blog, never mind a post about possibly the whitest, most privileged cocktail that ever crossed anyone’s lips. But it’s also a “lifestyle blog,” and since we all know that means nothing, today it means a space for sharing a weird little meditative cocktail recipe video alongside some thoughts that no one should have to be thinking in 2016. A space to put it out there that even if I don’t quite know the way forward, I take responsibility for helping to figure it out.
That’s all I have. Well, that and a new phrase that I coined in the car at 4:30 yesterday afternoon. Because as every parent knows, kids can drive you to drink even as you cling to their sweet, innocent hearts for dear life. And when, from the back of the car, the seven year old said for the third time, “MOM, I still can’t HEAR you because I’m listening to a PODCAST,” I responded (though of course she didn’t hear): “You can tell that to a stiff gin and tonic.” I’m keeping that phrase in my back pocket to throw at anything and everything this weekend.
Watch the video with the sound pumped up for a little mini-meditation with cocktails. Right now I’ll take my zen where I can get it. Yoga AND drinks, please and thank you.
Be well. Be kind. See you soon.