I have never thought I was a good mama but one thing I am proud of is that I raised my children with the belief that we are all the same. I never (nor do they) referred to anybody as “your black friend” or “your gay friend” or your “Jewish friend.”
When my daughter was a senior in college, her first serious boyfriend was black. They saw each other for the whole year but parted after graduation. I knew about him, knew his name but never did she describe him as her “black boyfriend.” She knew that the only thing that mattered to me was if he was good to her….and he was. He was a lovely young man.
She was raised right…and so was he. They were “colorblind.”
MLK had a dream and it is up to us to make it come true for him…and all of us.
I have never thought I was a good mama but one thing I am proud of is that I raised my children with the belief that we are all the same. I never (nor do they) referred to anybody as “your black friend” or “your gay friend” or your “Jewish friend.”
When my daughter was a senior in college, her first serious boyfriend was black. They saw each other for the whole year but parted after graduation. I knew about him, knew his name but never did she describe him as her “black boyfriend.” She knew that the only thing that mattered to me was if he was good to her….and he was. He was a lovely young man.
She was raised right…and so was he. They were “colorblind.”
MLK had a dream and it is up to us to make it come true for him…and all of us.
Thanks for sharing this. Great article!