I grew up in a predominately white neighborhood. My parents taught me and my sisters to love others as if they were ourselves. I found other cultures and colors fascinating and was thrilled when we adopted my little brother two years ago. I have red hair, freckles, and fair skin. Donte’ has curly hair and dark brown skin. (skin I’ve secretly wanted since he was little)
I never thought much about my skin color until I did some volunteer service in Haiti. I was the second white woman who lived in the entire surrounding villages. We would drive to the market and children would point and shout “bla” or “white”. 🙂
Daniel and I hope to adopt a child in the next few years. I was having a conversation with a friend about it when she asked if we minded what color our child could be. I was taken back a bit…I (we) would never choose a child due to skin color. I do think different background and cultures take more time to understand and connect but when you do…beautiful things happen!
Since moving to Dc I have been spat on, refused help at the grocery store and even told to my face “I hate white people” all due to my skin color- something I had no choice in and can’t change. It breaks my heart that we can’t love the person behind the skin and embrace their true self. We let their skin stop us from seeing the beauty inside.
A few months ago a client emailed me and was describing her family. She said she was Indian and had very dark skin. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was! We talked about our families and traditions and when we left the session I felt she was much more a friend than a client.
Our color, culture, community and circumstances all shape us into who we are, but they don’t have to define us. It’s our choice who we become. Every life matters. Let’s give the world extra grace this New Year and show warmth to strangers; for so many have become my friends.
I praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14