He Has No Idea

It's been a while....sorry. Things have just been so busy. I guess getting things back to "normal" has taken me longer than I had thought it would. Of course, those who know me would say that I expected things to be "normal" in a week or so....I can't help it. Unrealistic expectations- I am cursed with them!

I thought I'd share a little about the Inauguration of President Obama. Okay, but I need to clear something up first... this post has nothing to do with who anyone voted for...this post is about who was elected by the majority of the American people. Obama was elected President and I will pray for him to lead this country honestly and faithfully, whether or not he believes in the same God that I do!

Back to Inauguration Day.... I was so excited to watch with my kids, the fact that we home school was a plus, even though the public schools were out of school for the day, but that's another story. So, I'm watching and it's very early in the morning, Caleb comes and sits beside me. He begins to ask me the hundreds of questions about what this day was all about. We had a great conversation about the government, how it works, why we have it, how we differ from other countries. As the Inauguration of President Obama took place, we all began talking about why this Inauguration was special. I told them that Obama was the first African-American to become President, or as my youngest would say "brown skin." When Caleb looks at me, with glazed honest eyes, and says:"Obama is African-American?" I was speechless...really. I had to ask, just in case, "Do you know who I'm talking about?" He tells me yes and points him out to me.

People, we have friends who are African-American, white, and Spanish, so the idea that he didn't know was interesting. This mom was totally in awe. When words did eventually come out of my mouth, I said: "Yes, he is, son. You didn't notice?" He replied, "no." Trying to figure out if he really was honest in his questioning: "Didn't you notice that about Obama?" And I got a quick response, "nope" as he shrugged his shoulders.

As he walked away, emotion choked up my throat. I don't want to disrespect my parents, but the home I was raised in noticed skin color. I never liked it, but it was what it was. I just made a point to NOT repeat it. This was the first time I realized that I have raised children that don't care about the color of some one's skin, they care about the person!

People are people, all created in God's image. We have taken a step beyond the racism of yesteryear and moved to a new tomorrow, finally!