It was the morning of October 2, 2007, two days after my son, Izaiah, was born. I was lying in my hospital bed. Izaiah was lying beside me in his plastic see-through crib. And, there the nurse stood with a pen and clipboard at the foot of the bed, spouting out a series of questions – a to-do list of last minute consultations and examinations needed before Izaiah and I could be discharged later that evening.
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A few weeks ago, my 5-year-old daughter, McKenzie, and I were walking through the mall and came across an art store. In the window was a photo of the soon-to-be First Family: President-elect Barack Obama, his wife, Michelle, and daughters, Malia, 10, and Sasha, 7.
Without warning, McKenzie turned to me and said, “Mommy, I wish I was in OBAMA’S family.” Read the rest of this entry »