Living Out my Awakening Everywhere I Go


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Today the six-year-old told her sister to feel her armpit. She was sweaty and wanted to prove it.

I told her, “Chickadee, you do not get to force other people to touch your body. That is not ok. And, also, nobody on earth wants to feel your armpits.”

She defiantly announced, “She did want to! She did it. And that means she wanted to.”

“That isn’t the same thing. Convincing someone to do something they didn’t actually want to do is called coercion. It isn’t kind and you should not be doing it.”

This was met with anger and a tiny child shouting, “She wanted to touch my armpits! I know she wanted to!”

I looked over at the three-year-old. She seemed unfazed by the fact that she had just been coerced into putting her fingers into a sweaty armpit that was not her own.

I waffled between giving yet another speech about body autonomy and consent and just shaking my exhausted nanny head and letting it go.

I bit hard into my lip and vowed to the heavens that I will not have children. I pictured the poor imaginary offspring I would raise and they were terrorizing the imaginary walls and running into the imaginary street. I shook my head. No. Nope. Nada.

Every day that I spend with these cherub monsters I learn more about the world around me and more about myself.

Mostly I learn that I can do hard things. Like hold onto my temper and steady my voice when it would be easier to yell. I learn how to let go of the truth, because it really isn’t worth arguing with a six-year-old dictator.

I learn that I have a pretty good head on my shoulders. I can talk about hard topics like racism and violence and consent in completely age-appropriate terms.

Like that time we drew life-sized leprechauns on big rolls of paper and the six-year-old demanded to know why my leprechaun was colored in with brown crayon and why on earth it was a woman.

I mumbled a prayer for mercy and took a deep breath. “First of all, art gets to be any way the artist chooses. That means I decide which colors to choose for my picture and you decide which colors to choose for your picture.”

“But you are doing it wrong. There are no girl leprechauns and they aren’t brown!” the six-year-old protested.

“Who says we can’t change that?” I asked.

Side note: this is a really good way to exasperate a six-year-old control freak.

“I am a girl. And I think it is only fair that I get to choose to draw my leprechaun as a girl,” I announced.

And you’re drawing her brown?”

“Yes. Just like your friend Brooklynne.”

We talked about people with brown skin and tan skin and pink skin. We took out my phone and looked at pictures of historic figures and athletes and celebrities and the First Family.

This apparently worked because I did not get further harassment for my artistic deviance.

Here is what I am discovering: I am living out my awakening everywhere I go.

I can no longer compartmentalize the places where I speak of justice and the places I hold to the status quo. I have completely lost the ability to package life into tidy boxes.

That means the little girls I watch go to the ballot box with me to vote and I show them photos of the strong black woman with the big natural hair I want to be our next Superintendent of Schools. It means I teach them silly phrases in Spanish and explain how useful a second language can be for making others feel included. And when I braid their hair, I do not compare their golden locks to princess, but instead to Senators and soccer stars and firefighters (like their dad) and surgeons and farmers. And of course I give many many many lectures on consent and body autonomy.

I have completely left the camp of “ordinary” and I do not know the way back.

I am learning to be okay with this.

In the meantime, I mumble swear words and prayers for mercy.

Sarah Joslyn
I’m more likely to answer to Sars than Sarah. That’s because years ago my brothers started calling me Sars and, as the name implies, it was infectious. I’m a self-proclaimed writer-photographer-Jesuslover-painter-adventurer-foodie. I have a near obsession with ending injustice and I’m a sucker for a good cause. I blog about life and building a tiny house at
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  1. Children definitely challenge and grow you in many ways. It is hard to resist their joy and zest for life. I love that it rubs off on us.

  2. For the longest time my daughter wanted a braid “like Elsa.” Then she wanted a bun “like Mulan.” Each time she asks for a hairstyle like a character, we talk about it. We talk about how Elsa’s hair is magical and that’s why it’s so long (and impossible for human hair to mimic). We talk about why warriors may need their hair pulled back into buns as they fight. Right now she’s set on getting her hair cut like Satsuki from My Neighbor Totoro. I love that we’re moving away from princess locks and into warriors and girls who run fiercely. It’s funny how young the idea of hair and how things “should” look comes about, isn’t’ it?

    • Sarah Joslyn Sarah Joslyn says:

      Yes. I think as adults we hardly notice the messages that get through about our cultural “shoulds.”

  3. Carolina says:

    Right there with ya, Sarah! Awesome. Keep on keepin’ on. Your post encourages me and excites me.

  4. I worked with young kids for 11 years so I totally feel ya on the “argue with a child or let it go” debate. I love that you are opening those kiddos eyes to a more broad view of the world. So often, even as adults, we get stuck i our own little world and our own little view. Love that you’re growing them as humans!

    • Sarah Joslyn Sarah Joslyn says:

      Thanks Keri. I can’t even say it is intentional. It just comes out and I manage to edit out the swear words and the frustration, so they end up just thinking I’m a weirdo. But I’ll take it. 🙂

  5. Encouraged today by your words (and example) to squeeze every encounter for the “teachable moment.”
    And I have it on good authority that there are actually plenty of girl Leprechauns with brown skin. We used to see their hammocks in the tall grass when they overslept on dewy summer mornings.

    • Sarah Joslyn Sarah Joslyn says:

      I love this so much. I’m going to the the 6-year-old about your Leprechauns when she wakes up.


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