Thursday, February 5, 2026

Your child is always your child. You don't stop loving or worrying about them just because they are adults

Cowboy didn't get home from work until 3 a.m., and Raven didn't leave for work until 3:30 a.m., which is running late as far as Cowboy and I can figure.

Needless to say, I didn't have a restful night, but I still woke up at 7:30 a.m.
If I can ever get my hands on that inner alarm clock, I'm going to choke it.
Four or five hours of sleep does not do Jane any favors.

Cowboy still managed to wake up at 10:30 a.m., but he ate breakfast and went back to sleep in his recliner.
Badger said he's not looking well, and he's not.

Badger was in her room all morning
I played on the computer until Cowboy told me he needed to take his monthly test.
I went in, and he has two tests due.
I completed one, but one glitched and I couldn't finish it.
I'll try tomorrow.
I can't be the only wife doing the test for their husbands.

We ate dinner, and then I fell asleep until Cowboy woke me up, kissing me goodbye before he went to work.

Raven didn't come home from work until after Cowboy went to work today.
As he left for work Cowboy said to me, "I wish Raven would let us know he's ok. He looks Mexican and ICE may have got him."

That right there is straight from 1960.

A parent should not be afraid for their child because of the color of their skin in 2026.

I worry about both Cowboy and Raven, they're both brown and it is not a good thing to be brown these days.

Cowboy could pass as African-American but Raven has always been mistaken for being Hispanic.
Cowboy is Melungeon. 
Google that.
Out of our four kids, only Raven got the Melungeon gene, and with his straight hair, I think he may have also got Grandpa's Native American gene.
My maternal grandfather’s mother was biracial.
She had a white father and a full Native American mother.

We shouldn’t have to worry about whether our kids are white, Black, yellow, or polka‑dotted.
Not in the 21st century.
We should be well past all that by now.
And it’s a shame that someone who’s supposed to be a president for all people has us feeling like we’re back in 1963.

When my husband starts worrying about our adult son being picked up by ICE, when our people have been in Tennessee since the early 1700s, you know times are bad.

There isn’t anything else to talk about.
The rest of the evening has been the usual, yep, you guessed it, TV.
We seem to be finding all those weird supernatural shows from the early 2000s now.
They’re terrible cheesy.

Cowboy’s procedure is in ten days, and I’m trying to find someone to go with us.
I remember the elevator from the last time.
 It terrified me. 
It’s a bad elevator.
Look, I never asked to be claustrophobic.
If I remember right, they bring Cowboy out and then the waiting party goes down alone, and I can’t do that. 
No.
But Raven is undependable, Heron is off on Mondays but says he can’t do it, and Peacock works.
I can’t guilt-trip Badger because she remembers the elevator and is as bad with elevators as I am.
Me having a panic attack alone in an elevator is not pretty.
I’ll manage. 
I always manage.
Maybe there will be stairs.

I guess I’ll be heading off of here. 
Tomorrow is another town day.
I’ve got to where I don’t look forward to going out. 
I just want to stay home and hibernate.

2 comments:

Sandra said...

There must be stairs, they are needed in case the elevators aren't working. I bet if you call and ask it will be yes.

I'm half Sicilian, who are known to be dark. As I have aged my skin has lightened. I actually thought about what could happen to me if that had,'t happened. My other half is English and has also been her since the 1700s. To say we are one messed up country is too mild. You shouldn't have to worry about your son. Or your husband.

Jane said...

Sandra: I’ll check it out when we go in. I know it’s illegal, but one hospital we were at actually had their fire doors locked, so at that office it was elevator or nothing.
It is just absolutely insane that in this day and time we have to worry about the color of our skin and whether we’re going to be targeted by a federal agency. It just boggles the mind, and it’s a crying shame.
Have you seen where ICE has targeted Native Americans?
If you’re brown‑skinned, is that going to put a bullseye on your back? I’ve always been concerned about my husband and my son simply because we live in the racist South, but now there’s another layer of worry added in.
When Trump took office, I never imagined we would be here in just a short year. It seems to me that Trump holds racist views and would like to take the country back to the 1950s.