I took Omar to New York for a week. He walked around Park Slope as if he lived there. He watched the cars, heard sirens and wanted to touch the dogs. Sometimes when he didn’t want me to hold his hand I carried him in the Ergo on my back. I like him there. I sometimes feel his heartbeat.
We went for my friend’s wedding party in Upstate New York. If you think Hurricane Irene didn’t affect NY then you are wrong. The reservoir looked like the sky during sunset. I was told that is where the drinking water comes from. Yuck!
Omar’s nails were full of dirt from playing outside. He wanted to be friends with the chipmunks and birds. Instead he got bit by mosquitos. He played and watched the older kids. One day he will play like them, inshaAllah. The wedding was beautiful. I danced with Omar on my back. He fell asleep to Michael Jackson. My son is so cool, mashaAllah.
On that Sunday back in Brooklyn we went to get frozen yogurt on 5th avenue. The place had a TV screen playing NY1. I forgot about that channel. As I fed Omar yogurt I watched protesters at Wall Street. It was the first time I learned something was going on. Wow!, I thought and moved on. I hadn’t read the news in days-I mean checked my Facebook account. I don’t have a smartphone. I just want a phone to call and text on, maybe I am old-fashioned.
New York was muggy. It was hard. My hips still hurt from having Omar on my back. We walked Brooklyn, we walked Manhattan. We ate good food and hung out in small parks. I saw some sweet friends and he met his Uncle Paul who spoke to him in Japanese. I have to find out how to say uncle in Japanese. It would seem more appropriate. I am glad I no longer live there. I have a really chill life in Oakland. But I miss some things like how people say orange. ARE-ange. How lovely that sounds.
My only regret is that I really didn’t know what Occupy Wall Street was when I was in New York. A few seconds on NY1 didn’t really answer anything for me. If I would have known I would have taken Omar to Zuccotti Park. It would have been his first protest. I would have had him carry a sign. Ok, that would have not lasted long, he’s one! I still would have tried.
I am really happy that people are out there protesting. May they keep their momentum. May their message be clear. May they be the makers of change.
A couple of months ago I moved my money to a credit union. That is a start. I want to do more. I want to do my part. My husband and I want to travel with our family. I always wanted to raise children and live oversees. I want them to see different realities of life and experience them. I don’t want Omar to be at home all day watching TV and not being in touch with nature. I don’t want him going to a store and wanting more and more and more. I want him to be content and to share what he has. I want him to try his best in making things right with himself, his family, his community, his country and the rest of the world.
Mothering: the toughest and most loving job I’ve ever had.