Our Hero…

As I type this, my little girl is asleep in front of me. My husband is sleeping too; he worked 13 hours last night.

I see her with her tiny hands and her toes. She lets little giggles out in her sleep. She looks so peaceful. In her eyes, this world is perfect. In her eyes, there is neither evil nor hate. There is no wrong. In her eyes, no one would ever purposefully hurt her father and everyone loves him just as much as she does.

Unfortunately, I know better.  I know hate and death threats.  I know someone would hurt her father simply because they hate the fact he wears a uniform.  I know people would look at her with disgrace when they find out that she is the daughter of a Police Officer. And, it makes me sad.  It makes me sad on one hand and it makes me angry on the other.

God gave me the gift of being this child’s mother. I do not take this gift lightly.

I know that it is my job to teach her to love others based on their heart and not a label.  It’s my job to teach her kindness, loyalty, and bravery.  I must teach her to never play the victim and to always accept responsibility for her choices. It’s my job to raise her into a woman.

I have read the comments of citizens that are against Police’s movements and have called for officers deaths.  I see them.  I see the Facebook pages with all type of comments against the Police. I see the videos of the ‘victims’ of the Police. I read the petitions. And, I have to be honest, I don’t get it.

I don’t know if it is that I just don’t understand, or that I don’t want to understand. I refuse to raise my daughter in a world where people like to play the victim. I REFUSE to be that kind of parent.

People, start taking responsibilities for your actions! Stop blaming the system, the Police, the time, the dog, just STOP it already!

It’s time to redirect our focus and reassess our lives. I want this sweet little brown eyes girl to have the greatest life she can possible have. I want her to share with her father every achievement in her life. I want to see her play, laugh and have her first Father-Daughter dance.

It makes me sad to know that ignorance can stop her from enjoying a life time with her dad. It makes me angry to fear every day for her father to come home safe.

My little girl and her father still asleep. Tonight he’ll go to work, and in her mind, he’ll be back. In my heart, I pray God to protect him. She doesn’t know that hate might stop him from making his way back home. But I know that our lives can change any night because people see our Hero as a threat.

xVal – Sep 2015

What’s more painful? The Word or the Behavior?

“Harassment” What a painful word!

The dictionary defines it as a wide range of behaviors of an offensive nature, but you guys are defining it as ‘Police Officer.’ Why?
We are all free to speak our minds and do what we have to do when we think something is wrong. But are we going too far? Are we really going after the true enemy? Are we being ‘harass’?
It’s so easy to say ‘Oh they Police is out to get me’ ‘They gave me a ticket without a reason’ and many other things. However, do we take a second to think if we did anything wrong?
The next door neighbor who works Monday to Friday 7am to 7pm gets up every morning at 5am. He has three kids; the youngest one is 1 year old. He leaves the house with his other two kids and takes them to school, and his wife stands by the door holding his 1 year old and waving Good-Bye. He always leaves 30 minutes early because the line at Dunkin Donuts is too long and he doesn’t want to be late for work. Saturday night comes and he’s finally happy to hold his wife to sleep and not have to rush in the morning. Yes! Just for one night, he wants to sleep. But he can’t, because your music is just too loud. And now his 1 year old has tears in his eyes. I wonder if after you got a warming from the Police you thought about this hard working neighbor of yours that was trying to sleep. When the Police came the second time and asked you to lower the music, did you think about this man’s long week at work. I wonder, after the third time that the Police showed up and gave you a ticket, did you finally think of that 1 year old that couldn’t sleep because you wouldn’t lower your music?
Music is not a crime, celebrating and be happy, is not a crime. Not letting an innocent 1 year old sleep is a crime. We don’t all have to celebrate with you. We don’t all have to hear your music preferences. I get it, music is nice. Sleep in peace is also nice.
But you are not thinking that way. You think that the Police are after you. You think the Police are harassing you. I get it. It is in all of us to try to justify our actions. Our first reaction when we think we are being attack is to make ourselves look like a victim. Are we really a victim of the Police? Is the Police really after us? Are we being harassed? Or are WE putting ourselves out there misbehaving and we just don’t like the punishment?
No one likes to pay for a ticket. The cost of life is increasing by the second. Paying $200-$400 for a ticket is not affordable. We all hate it. I get it. It is a pain in the butt.
But the music still loud, the next door neighbor still not able to spend ONE night in peace, and that little 1 year old still has tears in his eyes…

xVal – Sep 22/2015