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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Red and Yellow, Black and White

I am not an eloquent writer when it comes to these things at all so I am just going to go ahead and put that up front.  But sometimes, I just have a few things on my mind that I want to share....

White Nationalism.  Black Lives Matter. Neo-Nazi.  Ku Klux Klan.

Why, in this day and age, are these things still for real?

Yes I know what I look like and where I've come from but I also know that I am just a normal human being with a beating heart and working brain and I just can't seem to wrap my mind around this.  I just don't understand the hate and fights and the debate about race.  Why is race still a dividing factor?  Why do we think we are different because of the color of our skin?

I love fall.  I love the cool mornings and the warm afternoons.  I love everything pumpkin spice but most of all, I love the changing leaves on the trees.  My husband often makes fun of me because I make way too many comments on how much I love the leaves.  I love all the colors... red, brown, orange, yellow, bronze.  I don't look at a tree full of lots of pretty colors and think "oh the red leaf is so much better than the yellow leaf.  It deserves to have a better life."  Instead, I look at the leaves and think "what a beautiful combination all those leaves make together."  So why don't we look at people the way we look at the beautiful leaves?

As you know, I have two little girls.  My seven year old is one of the most fun and friendly little children you will ever meet.  She is super observant and very curious.  She loves life and has a huge heart full of lots of emotion.  She makes friends easily and is open to everyone.  She has no idea how much money someone has or what kind of degree their parents have.  She does not care if someone is fat or skinny or rich or poor.  She doesn't know the difference between fancy boutique and designer clothes and her favorite screen printed character shirt from Target.   She doesn't know who lives in a mansion or who shares their tiny apartment with a family of ten.  And I don't think it has ever crossed her mind that people are "supposed to be different" because of their skin color.

So how do kids learn this stuff?  Who tells them that Lucy is better than Tommy because she lives in a big house? Who tells them that John is better than Mary because his dad has a doctorate degree and makes six figures? Who tells her that Annie is better than Maria because her dress has a little tag on it with a certain designers name?  And who tells her that she is better than Brittany because she has a different skin color? We do... us grown ups do!  We may not blatantly come out and say it but we tell these little children this with our actions and with how they see us treating others.  They see us judging others and even though we may not realize it, they learn it from us.

Some of my very best friends growing up did not have skin that matched mine.  Some of my very first friends way back in elementary school all the way up to today do not look like me on the outside.  And I can promise you that I am no better or no worse than any of them because of that.  I have really tried to teach my kids that God created us all the same.  That we all come from different places and that there will always be people in our lives that have way more than us but there are even more people that have way less.  I have tried to tell them that God works a lot harder on making sure we are pretty on the inside than on the outside because that is what is most important.

We all come from different paths and have faced different hardships in our lives.  Some of us may have had some extra odds stacked against us and had to work a little harder to get somewhere.  But instead of shouting hate and ranking people based on how the look and what they have on the outside, lets try to work a little bit more on prettying up on the inside.  Let's choose kindness and compassion and let's start it with ourselves and our homes.

Who knows... maybe we just might make a difference.

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