Ruby Bridges Part 1…

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The other day my son came home from school and told me they read The Story of Ruby Bridges.

“Who was the president guy again?” he asked.

Now, I am notoriously horrible with presidents. Really bad, so I was like, “Well, let’s look it up.”

Seconds later I’m reading the story of Ruby Bridges on Wikipedia.

And then, I start bawling like a baby.

It had been an emotional day and I just totally lost it.

And it felt fantastic!

“Why are you reading it in that strange voice?” my son asks.

I continue reading in half choked sobs.

“Mom, stop it,” he pushes me a little.

I stop reading and just cry a little.

“Mom!” he shakes my shoulders.

“Let me cry!” I say, “It’s terrible and beautiful. I’m sad and I’m gonna cry.”

It was releasing. In a little part, for just a moment, I felt the beauty of humanity’s best and the sadness of our worst. I hadn’t cried in so long it felt fantastic!

I tried recounting my experience to my husband.

“I’m sorry you had such a bad afternoon,” he says.

I blinked. Bad? The whole crying thing was the highlight of my day.

And then I remembered my son’s response.

So, in short, I’m glad I’m a woman.

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