Colorado’s Legalization of Marijuana–Please DON’T Pass the Brownies
My family moved to Colorado when I was eight. It was a hard move for me. I left two amazing friends behind back on Barnswood Lane in Michigan. I can still remember pulling out and waving goodbye to those wonderful neighbors as we drove down the street. I can see Brandon and Betsy waving in the distance. I remember the tears, the fear and the anticipation. As sad as it may have been it was also very exciting.
It was 1981 and the world as I knew it changed for me that year. We moved into a great house on a quiet cul-de-sac in suburbia. We had a HUGE yard that my dad fenced, landscaped, put in a garden, a fruit tree section and eventually a swing set and a balance beam for his budding young gymnast.
My dad and my brother played t-ball back there, our dog chased the soccer ball back there – my brother and I helped in the garden (spiders and all) back there.
It snowed a lot when I was little and nothing was more fun. Even the blizzards, when the power went out and we scrambled for flashlights, lit fires in the fireplace for warmth and light. I think my childhood in Colorado helped shape my love for winter and my overall love for Colorado.
I love the weather, I love Mountains and sense of peace, pride and community I have experienced for the past 31 years. I have never had a desire to leave this beautiful place full of so many memories and experiences.
Until now. Today I am feeling, well, feeling less proud to be from the great state of Colorado.
Today, and for many days to come, I will struggle to explain why something with such detrimental possibilities has become legal in our state and why even though it is illegal on the federal level people here can buy it, grow it and use it.
I will have a tougher time explaining “JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS” because well, apparently we here in the state of Colorado don’t thing Marijuana is a drug.
Today I will have a conversation with my children about brownies, and lollipops and it won’t involve the sugar content.
The mile high state. I used to be proud. Now it will be the “butt” of jokes.
As I drift off to sleep I will have visions of pot heads packing up their cars, taking a bong hit and heading West to Colorado (or East, or North, or South) where they can do so legally.
I will have visions of my children heading off to play dates and me saying:
“Have fun honey and remember – mind your manners and don’t eat the brownies!”
I don’t want to raise children in a state with legal, easy access to a drug, a gateway drug, a drug.
Darn you Colorado – What were you thinking on November 6th?
Or perhaps you weren’t. As a wise woman said, “Perhaps you were high when you voted.”
Guest blogger Terra turned to blogging at Sitting on an Oak as a quicker, easier way to chronicle her days of motherhood and she hopes it will be something her two young daughters will refer to for guidance and remembrance. Her candid posts are humorous, often interactive, light, and entertainingly appropriate for all to read and enjoy. She has always loved to write and published several children’s books under the pen name Campbell Lawson. Disclaimer: -This post is just her opinion. If you disagree you have that right but please be kind with your comments.