The news gives me anxiety.
I watch it and I’m always afraid and ashamed by what I see. Violence. Hate. Fear. It’s really just too much.
I live in middle America. I live in a very diverse suburb of a diverse city in Missouri. My daughter will go to school with children of all races, ethnicities, and religions. She will have classmates who don’t speak English as their first language and some whose parents don’t speak it at all. I am very proud that she will go to such a school.
She will be raised in a home that teaches her that people are people, children are children, and everyone deserves love, respect, and an equal opportunity.
I am sad that she has to live in a world that will try and teach her otherwise.
I will do my best to teach her that being kind is the most important thing she can do. That she should always be kind, compassionate, inclusive, and respectful. I will teach her that even if someone looks different than her, talks different than her, or believes different than her they are beautiful and can still be an amazing friend. Because differences are sometimes the best parts of friendships.
I will not shelter her from the reality that is racism and hate that still exists in this world, but I will teach her to be one that stands up against it. I will teach her to be part of a generation that really does become the change.
I want better for her and for her friends and I know that starts with how I raise her.