There’s Room for All of Us
Race can be a sensitive issue. There, I said it. But it can’t and shouldn’t be ignored. Ideally, our differences should be embraced and celebrated.
I remember two friends I had as a child that emigrated from other countries. One was from Vietnam, and the other was from Egypt. I can still recall how amazed I was by the smell of the food they cooked to the sounds of the native languages they spoke. I felt honored to be able to learn and experience different cultures. So I have been really good about explaining other cultures to the boys. Or so I thought.
After Barack Obama was elected President, the boys said they understood how that election was different than any other. Our oldest said, “Yeah. They had too many White Presidents before.” I was stunned. This wasn’t looking good.
Maxon has a very close friend who is of Hispanic descent. He thinks it’s cool that people know two languages.
St. Patty’s Day is huge where live. It’s all things green and beads and parades. A few months after the festivities, Max noticed a girl with really curly hair. “Mom! There’s an Irish dancer!” he said.
But what really made us realize we had to step it up is when our oldest walked past a woman dressed in traditional Indian attire. He was really excited to tell me about it. He told me about her clothing and explained that she had a circle on her forehead, and it gave her special power to see into the next dimension. This could not be happening. That night we had a family meeting.
There is a certain amount of leeway we give kids. Because they haven’t had the chance to get out and see the world. How they see the world starts with us as parents. I’m not saying our kids will join hands and sing “Kumbaya.” Although, if we could get Justin Beiber, Usher, or Taylor Swift to do a remake…hmmm.