A blog about faith through the trials of miscarriages and fostering, hope of finding a forever family, and a lot of love despite the challenges of PTSD and adoption.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
The Minority
My husband and I spend a lot of time on a college campus because of his job. We see lots of minorities. My kids also attend head start and the elementary school in town that has the most diversity in it. It kind of skews our view of our community. Sometimes, however, we see very clearly that my kids are in the 5% of the community that is not white. Our daughter goes to dance class in a nearby community that is made up almost exclusively of Mennonites. My daughter is literally the only child with brown hair - no joke. They are all blondes except for the one redhead. I wonder if any of the kids notice. I wonder if any of the parents notice. I wonder if anyone else wonders. Today my boys started soccer - that is a little bit better. At least 2 or 3 kids on each team are minorities, so my kiddos only stand out because they are tiny, not because of their race. On the opposite end of the spectrum, the kids' head start classes are filled with lots of ethnicities - in fact, my daughter has only one white child in her class. Interesting, isn't it?
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