Katy's fantastic post in Seattle's latest momo rant got me thinking about how different my kid's growing up experience is from mine. I was raised in a monochromatic redneck community. There were a few Hispanic kids in my school and one or two African-Americans. My close group of friends and almost all my day to day associates were white. I served my mission in Washington DC and obviously interacted with people from every continent, well maybe not Antarctica, but I did see the Penguins at the National Zoo. One of the my favorite missionaries was an African-American. He was a fantastic teacher, a hard worker, and a better person. However, I recall wanting to go on splits with him to talk to certain (black) families, because i somehow thought he could magically relate to them, better than I.
Fast forward to last night. Driving back from a basketball game. My 3rd and 4th son are sitting in the back of the car watching a movie, sitting next to Luis, Keshawn, and Kashon (no relation). I doubt either of my kids thought anything of it, since they have lived in this community their whole life. I personally think, this is a much healthier environment for my kids to grow up in, than the one I did.
Fast forward to last night. Driving back from a basketball game. My 3rd and 4th son are sitting in the back of the car watching a movie, sitting next to Luis, Keshawn, and Kashon (no relation). I doubt either of my kids thought anything of it, since they have lived in this community their whole life. I personally think, this is a much healthier environment for my kids to grow up in, than the one I did.
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