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Home, Sweet, Stir-Crazy Home. Also, Use This Time to Educate Yourself on White Privilege.

Home, sweet, stir-crazy home. As Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home.” Home is ahead of us, behind us, and where we lie our heads down. Home is being able to get up in the middle of the night and find your way to the sink or the bathroom without lights. It’s where muscle memory avoids the creaky step

Home is comfort, family, love, familiarity, and also the place we’ve been mostly confined to for 13 weeks due to pandemic stay-at-home orders. 

Home, Sweet, Stir-Crazy Home

The other day, I caught myself saying “Stuck at home,” in a conversation, and while that’s true about how I feel stir-crazy and all, I also acknowledge how lucky I am to be here during these strange apocalypse-feeling days. How many people are stuck in containment facilities at the border right now? How many live in isolated care facilities, in hospitals, or on the streets? 

While I know that others having it worse than I do doesn’t negate my feelings, it’s important to acknowledge the situations of others. To see the blessings during the messy unknown. 

Home is what it is to each of us, and the feeling of being stuck or being secure and familiar probably varies from day to day, and sometimes, minute to minute. 

Here, for me currently, home is typing on your laptop and your 10-year-old making a happy face out of Cheerios next to you.

It’s taking him and his cousin to the tiny nearby reservoir to float on a raft, and almost losing the raft while putting it back on the car because the wind picked up. It’s finding your favorite fruit chilling in the refrigerator, and not worrying about the broken ice dispenser.

It’s your family pet, waiting for you on the stairs next to the spot of bald carpet she chewed up when she was a puppy. 

Home is what we ache for when away, what we can’t wait to escape as teenagers, and what we long to re-create for our own children. It’s what they’ll recreate for theirs, too. Hopefully? The stir-crazy pandemic “STAY THERE” thing will be over by then. 

Black Lives Matter

Home is finding out that our kids know more than we think they do. I found this masterpiece on top of the small plates in the kitchen cabinet.

He said he was pranking us, but also, we know he’s not.

He’s had enough YouTube or just heard us talking… TO KNOW.

Honestly, I hoped this wasn’t going to be the way he found out about things in the world like a Black man asking for help. I’m not sure what he understands, but also?

Holy *all profanities here* people.

The fact that my 10-year-old is thinking about people not being able to breathe??? Important and powerful, and also I didn’t get it at first. I do now though, I hope. And it’s F#CK#NG heartbreaking that he knows this. 

His other “pranks” were tape on microwave numbers, and the remote. Taping a coin the the counter saying “FREE MONEY” and then this… I asked him about it and he apologized.

“For what?” I said.

“I don’t know,” he replied, and cried.

I’m not sure what he saw, and whether it was helpful or hurtful, but it’s important. The time to change the world is NOW.

Use This Time to Educate Yourself on White Privilege. Please.

Home is also where each and every one of us NEED TO DO THE WORK to understand how we, as white people, DO. HAVE. WHITE. PRIVILEGE. Maybe you don’t feel privileged, and most of us don’t because we’ve each struggled, right? But that’s the thing. If you’re white, you have privilege, and PLEASE Google what that means.

It’s up to us white people to stop racism.

Now’s the time. It’s past time, of course, but now, it feels like real change might possibly be on the horizon. Use your time at home for good. I know being “stuck at home” sucks, but also, it doesn’t. Raise your awareness. Please? I’m trying to, too. I’m not all woke or whatever. I have a lot to learn. I know I want to though, and that’s a start. 

Here’s to each of us feeling safe wherever we’re calling home tonight and always. 

XO,

Kristi 

This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post, with the prompt of “Welcome to my house (anything about your home)…” Write about a DIY project, your house, your home, how you feel about home now versus before the pandemic… anything you want.

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  • Adelaide Dupont - Tucker – your humour made us think really hard.

    Well it did me!

    I remember learning about Peggy McIntosh and the Invisible Knapsack in late 2001-early 2002 from a Keene State University psychology graduate who was really awake to these issues and articulate about them in writing.

    Today I read in a literary magazine an EAL teacher’s reflections on house and home; lonely and alone.June 12, 2020 – 3:59 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It did me too. At first, I thought it was just a prank but he obviously knows more based on his reaction. Sigh. I’m not sure I remember Peggy McIntosh – I’ll have to Google her.June 12, 2020 – 9:46 pmReplyCancel

      • Adelaide Dupont - What did you Google about McIntosh?

        Or perhaps Tucker did the Googling as well.

        The EAL teacher based in Turkey is LISA MURROW – her piece was “Unlocking Home; thoughts of a displaced traveller” and the magazine is MEANJIN.

        And all the women caves and homes and such.

        Distance is HARD.June 15, 2020 – 10:31 pmReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - I just Googled who she is and read about her anti-racism movement and her essay on the Invisible Backpack and white privilege. Interesting for sure.
          And yeah, distance is SO HARD.June 18, 2020 – 7:44 pmReplyCancel

  • Pat B - As we have been confined to our home and rarely getting out to do normal stuff I have felt very grateful that we have a home, considering that there are so many homeless people and for them trying to isolate themselves safely if next to impossible. Having a husband with whom to share this experience has been a blessing too.

    I had to chuckle about the bald spot on the carpet caused by your dog. Dogs, like people, can leave their marks on a home, and when they are no longer with us, seeing those marks make us smile.

    Not knowing what a child knows is a difficult challenge for a parent.

    This is definitely a time of awakening, a time to become more knowledgable about the past and the present and to recognize ways in which we each can do more and be more so that this country can be more unified.June 12, 2020 – 1:19 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I know what you mean about being grateful to have a home and somebody to share it with during this time. My heart breaks for people who are homeless and in other situations where it’s hard to distance.
      And yeah, our dogs definitely leave marks on a home! And forever on us, too.June 14, 2020 – 4:28 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya - ❤️❤️❤️ As much as I’d love to write a show and tell post about my 7×9 woman cave that I’ve come to so adore since we’ve been “shut in”, it’s hard for me to write inside or outside of the box. I appreciate you 😘June 12, 2020 – 4:49 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You have a 7×9 woman cave? Holy wow, I need to know more about this. And I get not writing inside or outside the box.
      I appreciate you, too, friend. A lot. <3 <3 <3June 14, 2020 – 4:29 pmReplyCancel

  • nassah - I loved your post soo much ..June 13, 2020 – 3:10 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara - I had likened the current experience to a “prison” recently and regretted that but I think I was talking more about the prison in my mind of being so afraid and powerless.
    Even though I think we need to push through that – for this virus and for this racism.
    Our kids are always going to remember this time right now, Cheerios faces and violence, and I know in my heart we’re going to steer them in the right direction. Something really has to give.June 15, 2020 – 5:56 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I get the feeling of prison – it’s HARD right now. It really truly is, and I think there’s something in acknowledging that, you know? Feeling blessed but also feeling the mess is what makes us human. Or something like that. I have to believe that we’ll steer our kids as right as we can, and that when they’re our age, the world will be kinder. Less racist. Oh please please.June 18, 2020 – 7:42 pmReplyCancel

    • Adelaide Dupont - Tamara:

      I remember one of my favourite musicians saying –

      “The institution is in your own mind. It is terrifying”

      and there had been a prison-like feeling for that person after they had been in and out for about 10 years in the 1970s and the 1980s.

      We do need to push through and “free the still imprisoned” – that is a quote from an advocate I admire who died nearly 10 years ago [as of this October 2020].June 19, 2020 – 7:58 amReplyCancel

  • Allison Smith - That’s pretty powerful, tweety bird:(/. Children are truly amazing, aren’t they? We’ve had some truly interesting discussions in or house. My youngest two are very upset and fired up! I’m proud of them, and pray they continue to fight for social justice (and it’s not just a social media teenage fad). But they do give me hope.June 19, 2020 – 11:53 amReplyCancel

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