The first time that I met Jen was the fall of freshman year, in Steve Richardson's Life of Christ class at PCC. I had gotten this crazy idea that putting caricature print band aids across the toe of my All Stars, would make me a trendsetter in the relatively blah world of Christian higher education. I thought the shoes punctuated my personality. I'm sure that Jen was just being her super-nice and exuberant self, when she commented that my fashion statement was "cute". In many ways that moment in my broken life, was like a much needed flare on a painfully boring, white canvas.
Our brief exchange, though trite, stood out to me. It was an open door for a kid who felt out of place at PCC. Being one of three black students at a predominately white university was very intimidating. I wanted to fit in, but --given my unfortunate home life--I really felt emotionally devoid, and unable to connect with people. I wasn't from the typical Christian home, thriving in the typical suburban community where nurturing stay-at-home moms reared replete children for college life. I wasn't in college for the pursuit of a dream. Rather I was there strictly for the utilitarian purpose of having a roof over my head and food to eat. My focus was on survival. However, Jen's kind gesture was greatly appreciated, and ironically brought a little color to my otherwise bleek world.
So, I'm supposed to post the fourth picture in the fourth folder on my computer. Here it is:
Simone was ten months old, and wearing eighteen month clothes at the time this photo was taken. Strangers and friends alike would always comment on her chubby cheeks. I remember feeling extremely aware that she hadn't begun to walk yet, mostly because her older sister starting taking her first steps at that age.
I stalk blogs often, but from time to time I have been known to check out Brad's blog, which coincidentally I came across through Jen's blog.
I'm not sure who to tag that hasn't already been tagged, so I'll take a gamble with Sarah T., Jen W. and Kristi.