Now back to my point...
With there being fewer kids in our district compared to those surrounding us, you also notice the kids more. There are not a lot of kids from other ethnicities in our district. To be quite frank, I know of a lot of close-minded people around here, and it's not like that's a well guarded secret or anything. I sometimes think that if you're not white, this is not the first place you would look for a house. I, for one, was raised to see others for who they are instead of what they look like. I always say that I don't care if your skin is purple and you have one eye. If we get along, great! I also try to raise my kids to think this way. GG also learned to see others for who they are back in the day care days.
When GG first started at this day care, she was a year and a half. She continued to go there until Kindergarten and then for one summer after. I give the teachers a lot of credit for preparing her for Kindergarten and also teaching other life lessons. Unfortunately that was not the case once Little Dude came along. The day care went downhill and I eventually quit my job (I worked there when they attended) and pulled them out.
But I am very glad GG was there and did not grow up solely in our district. This day care was located downtown. GG, being blond haired and blue eyed, was a minority there. She never seemed to notice that she looked different than most of the other kids there. I, as a parent, took great pride in that. This realization further sunk in a year or so ago. GG and I were watching a tv program about the Queen of England. She was having some sort of fancy dinner. Her guest was the King of an African country. My apologies for not remembering which at the moment. The King was dressed in clothes from his country - loud patterns with many, many bright colors. GG asked who "that man" was. Not sure who she was referring to because there was a roomful of people, I asked her who. She said, "That one." Still not sure, I asked, "Do you mean the black man?", wondering if she knew what that meant. Her response... "Which one is that?" When I asked if she meant the man in the colorful outfit, she knew who I was talking about and that was who she was asking about.
It just blows me away that she doesn't see people for what they look like on the outside. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do try to teach my kids too see others for who they are, but sometimes you're not sure if your messages are really sinking in with them.
I'm glad to know that these messages are sticking with my children.
Until next time....