My name is Adrian McCandless. I am a stay-at-home mom of two angels who also loves to write. I am new at this stay at home thing. I recently worked as a reporter for The Fort Worth Star-Telegram until January of 2012. Having two kids under 4, we felt it was more economical and all around better for me to stay at home with the kids. I love my new life, but missed writing daily. This blog will help me stay sane. Enjoy!
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Assumptions killed Trayvon Martin
My previous post about Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman can be found here. I still stand behind every word.
Not long after the Trayvon Martin story broke, I found myself in a similar situation to George Zimmerman. I wasn't on neighborhood watch duty. I was, however, making my way through an empty parking lot with two toddlers and trying to go to Parks Mall. All while there was a torrential downpour.
Stressful enough, right?
As I passed a row of cars, and happened upon two African American teenaged boys wearing hoodies. They practically came out of nowhere.
As I am wrangling my two kids while heading to the entrance, I look into the reflection of the glass doors and the teens running towards me.
As they passed me they looked back at me. Not with a smile or a grimace -- just a look.
And then, they stopped.
As I got closer to the doors, they opened them and said, "Here ya go ma'am."
I was appalled at the thought of being a "ma'am."
But, I let it slide and graciously thanked them for their help.
It was so appreciated and it actually made my day.
You won't believe how many times teenaged boys have walked into a door in front of me while I was pushing a stroller with one hand and trying to contain the walker/runner toddler with the other only to let it shut behind them. Not just African American teenaged boys -- all types -- from every race, religion and class.
So no matter what the boys looked like, it was nice to see that chivalry was not dead.
Are you wondering what this has to do with Trayvon Martin?
Like these two boys, he was doing something normal teenaged boys would be doing. They were going to hang out at the mall, and he was walking home from the convenient store with a drink and candy while chatting with a girl.
I am glad I didn't view these kids as suspicious for doing nothing more than walking towards my direction.
I could have turned around and gave them a nervous look.
I could have clutched my purse and started walking a little faster.
I could have turned around and told them to back off and stop following me.
And when I saw them running towards me, I could have massed them in the face out of fear.
Any scenarios I mentioned above would have stopped those boys from trying to help me and would have absolutely been wrong on my part.
Also, like Martin, these two gentleman happened to be black.
However, the death of Martin and the tragic events leading up to it goes much deeper than skin color.
In all honesty, I think Zimmerman would have acted the same way regardless of skin color.
The problem wasn't race. It was assumptions and misperceptions. It caused things to escalate very quickly and ultimately end a young man's life.
From reports I have read, I gathered Zimmerman was an overzealous guy with a hero complex trying to save the day.
That leads me to believe that he would have approached any teenaged boy wearing a hoodie that night - white, black, Asian or Mexican.
Zimmerman assumed Martin was up to no good and was trying to burglarize houses. Reports say he told the dispatcher he noticed the kid walking around looking at houses.
He was also advised to stay in the car and not follow Martin and that police were on the way. I am sure he initially followed him because he didn't want the police to lose track of him. I am sure he wanted to get an "atta boy" from police for assisting and preventing a crime.
Martin also assumed was Zimmerman had some nefarious plans in mind. He told a friend that a "creepy a-- cracker" was following him. The friend on the other end of the line later testified that the phrase meant pervert.
If Zimmerman's perception of Martin was the fuse. The teenager's perception of Zimmerman was the match.
Zimmerman was found not guilty, but what he did wasn't OK. He acted recklessly. I've heard many people say that Martin shouldn't have reacted to Zimmerman chasing him. He shouldn't have ran and he shouldn't have fought with him. Perhaps they are right. But he was a teenager doing nothing wrong. He was likely alarmed by a stranger in plain clothes following him. For all he knew, a creep was chasing him to mug him.
While found not guilty in a court of law, he will have to wrestle with the fact that he ended a young boy's life. He may justify that it was self defense. But, when he is all alone and the house is quiet, his mind may start wandering. Scenarios likely will play through his head. What if I listened to the dispatcher? What if I hadn't have chased him? What kind of man would Martin turned out to be? Unfortunately, we'll never know because of his actions.
I will close with this food for thought. Zimmerman and Martin have both been portrayed as villains and saints in the public eye. Some news outlets showed a old picture of a younger, angelic looking Martin and a dated mugshot of Zimmerman. Others Showed a thuggish looking Martin and a smiling picture of Zimmerman. Often, it is likely somewhere in between.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Mi Amor
"It's kind of hard to write to someone I may not even know yet, but I just want to say that even if I don't know your face, I think about you often and the happiness we will share. I can't wait to share our life together." - Adrian HagerI am getting nostalgic as my husband and I embark on our 7th anniversary.
I went to my bookshelf and pulled out the journal to the man who would one day be my future husband -- even before I knew who he was. Weird, right? Who writes in paper journals anymore?
I guess I can be romantic at times.
I always envisioned having the journal sent to his dressing room while we were getting ready for our wedding. I wanted him to know that I did not tread lightly on my decision to give my heart to him forever. It is something that I have been praying about for long before we ever met.
I began looking through entries one night after the kids were in bed -- I laughed, I cried and I questioned some decisions my 20-year-old self thought she knew about love and life.
I began looking at the entries a few months before I met Chuck and this excerpt from January, 2004 made me laugh.
Jan. 21, 2004
"... It's not up to me when and how I meet you, so I guess I will be patient and wait."Little did I know I would be meeting my husband in exactly one month from that entry. We met at a pool hall on a whim. As soon as I saw him, I was smitten. When I heard him sing, I cannot confirm nor deny that I floated of the ground for a few seconds while little cartoon hearts hovered above my head.
March 8, 2004
"Well I finally met a 'potential guy.' We have been hanging out a lot lately. Who knows. But the good thing is it is a step in the right direction ... I am really happy right now, and it has been a really long time since I have been happy.The entry above was four days before our first official date. We had previously been hanging out with friends and such, but nothing serious. But since March, 12 2004, we've been inseparable.
July 25, 2005
"It's kinda funny, one of my last entries was about a 'potential guy' and he is now going to be my future husband. I now have a name to write in this book."Chuck asked me to marry him on the 4th of July under fireworks. I like to think of it as "our holiday." It was amazing. He worked so hard setting up the perfect proposal, which included the grand finale to go off as soon as I said yes.
Sept. 1, 2005
"Sometimes it scares me how much I love you! I've never felt this way about someone and I never will again ... I found my dress and I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see me."The wedding started to get real once I had my dress. As soon as my mom saw me in it, she began to cry. That may be the universal sign that it is the right dress.
June 17, 2006
"Well today I am going to become your wife. I love it! I can't wait to hear you sing to me. You're going to do great. I am going to wake up tomorrow as your wife! I can't wait! We're going to be married in three hours! Love, Ader
It was such an amazing day. Not everything went as planned - some of the wedding party showed up really late, the flowers for my bouquets got ruined when someone decided to put them in the back of a truck to drive them to the church an I had to find my "something barrowed" about three minutes before I walked down the aisle. But at the end of the day, I was marrying my best friend. A man that I couldn't imagine loving anymore than I did on that day.
Well, I was wrong.
It's seven years later, my love for him has grown immensely. He has seen me at my best and has loved me fiercely. But, he has also been there for my "not so pretty" moments and has loved me just the same.
This whole marriage thing is just getting better with time. It isn't always fun. And sometimes things are tough, but I couldn't imagine walking through this crazy life with a better partner than the one I have!
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Mommyhood: The coolest club
Jake asked me today if I remembered the day he was born.
I looked at him, smiled and said, "It was one of the happiest moments in my life."
He gave me a curious grin and then asked, "Why?"
"That is the day God decided that I would be your Mommy," I replied.
I didn't think I was ready to be a mother. Jake still had some cooking to do before making his grand debut and I needed that time to prepare. I was also a little scared at the thought of being responsible for someone's well-being.
What if I broke him?
Part of me was screaming, "You should have thought about that 9 months ago!"
The other half was just overwhelmed with crazy pregnancy hormones. (They make you a little weird y'all.)
But, those thoughts and insecurities melted away the second I held my beautiful 8 lb. 5 oz. squishy little boy.
In that instance, a switch was flipped on and a light came shining down - I was a full-fledged mamma.
That didn't mean that I had it all figured out by any means.
I still don't, even after popping out another one.(I am sure I won't no matter how many children I have.)
But what I have figured out, through many tears, sleepless nights and tons of laughter is: I don't have to be perfect. I just have to be there.
Today my son was asked why he loved me.
His response melted me heart.
He said: "She gives me chocolate milk and plays baseball with me."
The first part of his response just cracks me up. I mean, who doesn't love chocolate milk?
The second part makes my heart sing.
He just likes being with me.
He doesn't care what we're doing. It doesn't have to be expensive activities. He just wants me there.
I want to strive and do more of this.
Even as a stay-at-home mom, I can get busy.
I sometimes find myself saying, "not right now ... hold on ... just a minute ..."
When I do catch myself, I stop everything to give my kids my undivided attention.
I never want them to think that Mom is too busy for them or their problems.
My goal for this upcoming year is to not let the busy world interfere with my special time with my babies. After all, they grow up so quick.
In a few short months, Jake will head off to kindergarten. I will blink and he will be graduating.
I want to savor every minute of it.
Happy Mothers Day to all you hot mammas and mammas-to-be!
XOXO, Ader
I looked at him, smiled and said, "It was one of the happiest moments in my life."
He gave me a curious grin and then asked, "Why?"
"That is the day God decided that I would be your Mommy," I replied.
March 12, 2008: My initiation into Mommyhood
I woke up around 3 a.m. with labor pains. Nothing bad, just a little uncomfortable. It was weeks before my due date and although I had wished this day would hurry and come for months, suddenly I was a little panicked.I didn't think I was ready to be a mother. Jake still had some cooking to do before making his grand debut and I needed that time to prepare. I was also a little scared at the thought of being responsible for someone's well-being.
What if I broke him?
Part of me was screaming, "You should have thought about that 9 months ago!"
The other half was just overwhelmed with crazy pregnancy hormones. (They make you a little weird y'all.)
But, those thoughts and insecurities melted away the second I held my beautiful 8 lb. 5 oz. squishy little boy.
In that instance, a switch was flipped on and a light came shining down - I was a full-fledged mamma.
That didn't mean that I had it all figured out by any means.
I still don't, even after popping out another one.(I am sure I won't no matter how many children I have.)
But what I have figured out, through many tears, sleepless nights and tons of laughter is: I don't have to be perfect. I just have to be there.
Today my son was asked why he loved me.
His response melted me heart.
He said: "She gives me chocolate milk and plays baseball with me."
The first part of his response just cracks me up. I mean, who doesn't love chocolate milk?
The second part makes my heart sing.
He just likes being with me.
He doesn't care what we're doing. It doesn't have to be expensive activities. He just wants me there.
I want to strive and do more of this.
Even as a stay-at-home mom, I can get busy.
I sometimes find myself saying, "not right now ... hold on ... just a minute ..."
When I do catch myself, I stop everything to give my kids my undivided attention.
I never want them to think that Mom is too busy for them or their problems.
My goal for this upcoming year is to not let the busy world interfere with my special time with my babies. After all, they grow up so quick.
In a few short months, Jake will head off to kindergarten. I will blink and he will be graduating.
I want to savor every minute of it.
Happy Mothers Day to all you hot mammas and mammas-to-be!
XOXO, Ader
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