Why I’m Lucky to Have White Kids, And Why That Is BS

 It took him awhile to grasp what I was saying.

I furthered explained to him, that our friend is smart, kind, funny and athletic.  But some people will only look at the color of his skin and think he is a bad person, without taking the time to get to know him.  Without ever realizing how amazing he really is.

I saw light leave my son’s eyes that day.  He crawled on to my lap like he was a toddler and cried a little.  I sheltered him for ten years, but that day he learned that his world is darker and colder than he had originally thought.  While I was consoling my baby, I wondered about our friend and his mom.

Were they having a similar yet completely different conversation at their house?  Has he put it together yet, that people will judge him over something he has no control over?  Is this first time something like this has happened to him? It certainly won’t be the last.