That’s my son.

At the park, I overheard a [presumably] white teenage girl call her African-American friend the n-word, in a “friendly” way.  He said, “There are kids here.”

I looked and said something very insightful like, “not cool.”

I probably wouldn’t have said anything if I was there alone, or if I was there with white children,  but I was there with Pumpkin, and saw Carrot’s face when she said it. Suddenly, I wasn’t just the liberal white girl, but the parent of an African-American child.



I look at this boy and see a sweet, curious, funny boy. I hope the world always will, too.

Hoodie in Support of Trayvon & Family


About EratMama

30 something midwestern gal, married to another 30 something midwestern gal, conquering depression, rockin' foster parent.
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