I have a dream too

I picked Trevan up from school on Friday, and he told me that he didn't have to go to school on Monday -

"I didn't know Monday was a holiday!" he said.

"Yeah, white people and brown people couldn't be in the same places," he said.

They had talked about it in school that day, and we talked about it on the way home.

"Why couldn't they be in the same places?" he asked.

"Because stupid people made stupid laws," I responded. I normally don't use that kind of "language" around my kids, but here it was warranted.

"Did you know that they couldn't even go to school together? Isn't that crazy?" I added.

"Why did that happen?" he asked.

I told him that some white people thought they were better than people with dark skin, and that some people were just carrying on the silly traditions of their fathers. We talked about how we are the same as other people even if our skin is a different color. We talked about Martin Luther King Jr.

"Yeah, somebody shot him because they didn't like what he said," Trevan added.

He said it in a 'can you believe someone would do that someone else?' kind of voice.

"It's sad, isn't it?" I asked. I looked in the rear view mirror and watched him shake his head, yes, as he gazed out his window as if in deep thought.

That was a proud moment for me as a parent. I loved hearing the disbelief in his voice, like, "why would people do such weird things???"

We were almost home and nothing had been said for a few minutes, and then Trevan added,

"You know, Daddy's skin is a little bit brown..."

My dream is that my kids don't notice skin color, and that I never hear a racist comment or reference come out of their mouths. Honestly? I think my dream will come true, and I love it.