Occasionally, I just need to acknowledge my privilege. Today, the fact of it struck me as Garth and I readied our kids for school. I shifted a client, and Garth went in to work later, so that we could walk with Luken to school, and then bike with Kami to her new school. After getting our kids settled, Garth and I said a lingering good-bye to each other, and then biked off in opposite directions to work.
Meanwhile, other parents of other school-aged Portland kids punched a time clock at the usual time, first dropping their kids at school early, leaving them to mill around the playground and hallways until school started, sans parents. I’m not even sure this milling around is a bad thing for kids. What I want to notice about it is that there is a new-ish standard, and this standard has some of us – a minority of us, I believe – marking various transitions in our children’s lives with our presence. Being able to do so is a matter of privilege. I want to never be unconscious of this fact.