I have two sons. They are beautiful in every way. My oldest is a package of wonder and exploration. He loves reading, spelling, has an incredible gift for self-expression and has a tender heart for loving and helping others. My youngest is a bundle of pure, unbridled energy. He likes to go, go, go, go, go. Lol. But he’s also sweet and tender, loves to share with his brother, gives the most precious hugs and kisses and is a sheer blessing. I watch them sometimes. They are carefree in play, thought and laughter. At ages 7 and 3, their only concerns are having fun, doing what Mommy and Daddy say, and not getting in trouble. And that’s all the cares they should have. However, I have the gnawing feeling within myself, that I don’t have long before I am going to have to do something I don’t want to have to ….
You see, my sons are black. That shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t take away from any of the attributes I’ve mentioned about them earlier. They are the apple of my eye and promise for the future. They are special and made in God’s image. I know, of course, that all people in the world won’t see them this way. But it’s even more painful to realize, given recent happenings, especially in Florida, that I am going to have to train my sons in an all new way.
I don’t want to have to look in my young baby’s eyes and tell my oldest that as he approaches double digits, he will have to be conscious of a specific way of conducting himself. And this way has nothing to do with his incredible manners, respect for himself and others, or the many gifts God has given him. It will have to do with the narrow-minded ignorant bigotry of some, the unacceptable availability and acceptability of firearms, and the stench of silence on this issue pervasive in this nation.
Can someone please tell me how to say this to an innocent child? Because I don’t want to have to….