For someone who likes to learn and explore, I have a surprising aversion to change. I despise change. Take for example the blog that I am currently writing. Kyle gave me a Mac (thanks, sweetie! i love you!) and with it came some kind of blogging dealy that you can use without going directly to the blog to do it. I know. Confusing. Thus, here I am on WordPress doing it the same way that I’ve been doing it forever.
Today Facebook changed. AAAAAAAAAARGH!!! Can’t people leave well enough alone?
On top of all of this, we have the move. Major changes all the way around! I just might go into shock, but my plan is to slowly acclimate.
It’s one thing to deal with your own disappointment, but another thing completely to face the disappointment of your children.
Sometimes plans change. Sometimes plans must be toned down. After promises to the children. After assurances. Trust me, you say.
Then it all blows up. Well, not completely. The main and most important factor is still there. The when is solid. But the details…the details, the wheres and whats, have drastically changed. And kids might understand that, but they lose a bit of their confidence in you. That hurts. It’s a killer, in fact. Because you would offer them the world if you could. Of course, Atlas would probably have a back spasm and send the planet into a black hole.
It is said that by 2050 whites will be the minority in the United States. I find it rather exciting, this change. As a little girl, I grew up in a predominantly white town. In fact, I do not have a recollection of students of color until middle school and even then there were only 2 or 3. This morning I am sitting in the waiting room of the Kansas City Union Station and I am one of only 5 whites in a filled room. I feel comfortable. I do not feel like an outsider. I’ve always enjoyed people. Well, people watching. To my left there is a middle-aged black woman conversing with an elderly black couple across from us. To my right there is a young black couple, holding each other and kissing. Normally that would grate on my nerves, but today I am warmed by this couple’s affection for each other. An elderly white couple just sat down across from me where the elderly black couple had been. It took a couple of tries, but I got a smile out of the woman. 
