We stayed up late last night watching the news about the Iowa Caucus and woke up to more news about it today. Iain wondered why I was so interested in it and I explained that it’s all part of the process Americans use to pick the next President. On top of that, a black man won the Iowa Caucus and that’s really big news. We’ve come a long way, baby. It was fascinating to discuss this with Iain. He couldn’t believe that America has never had a black president, in fact, he thought Abe Lincoln was black. I explained that Lincoln was the president responsible for abolishing slavery which began a deep conversation between us. He was very upset that white people had enslaved black people and he looked very, very, worried. When I asked why he replied, “well, what if the white people try to make us slaves?”
“Why would they do that?” I wondered out loud. “well,” he began, “because we’re black.”
Have you seen my kids? They are almost translucent with their whiteness and Iain’s perception that we were black really caught me off guard. When he realized that his culture was the one responsible for slavery, he got very quiet and I could see that he was really upset by it. “Momma,” he said, “We have got to make sure that something like that never happens again. I don’t care whether people are black or white. I like everyone for who they are.” And he turned his attention back to his breakfast and that was the end of the conversation. Meanwhile, I sat dumbfounded on the sofa, amazed that my oldest child really is color blind. My youngest is a different story. He sees the difference in people’s skin tones and uses it as a reference point in conversation: that brown guy or that kid with the brown skin. He doesn’t judge people as good or bad because of it, he’ll play with anyone. It’s just that he definitely sees the difference where I don’t think it really registers any importance with Iain.
Right now, the boys are upstairs attending Iain School, which according to Ryan, is just too much fun. They have movie time, reading time, math time, play time, bathroom time. They have lots and lots of time! I love the days when they get along well with each other. Today, Ryan dropped a piece of pizza on the floor and I spoke harshly to him about it. Iain was quick to call my attention to the fact that it was an accident and I shouldn’t speak to Ryan in such a mean tone of voice. In the old days, this would have flipped me out. How dare my child tell me, the adult, how to react? But today, I looked at both my boys and realized that being mad about the pizza was silly and Iain was right. I shouldn’t speak to either one of them that way. It’s been a “school” day for all of us I guess. 🙂
On a different topic, you may see my banner change a gazillion times because I’m just learning how to do some stuff in Photoshop and have been going hog wild with it. Please bear with me and, if you see something you really like, please let me know!