I like watching Nya play with kids her age.
I like watching her craft sand castles and “birthday cakes” of mud and hold hands to run faster, together, and just be…a kid.
There’s something to learn from that, I think. In my daughter, I’ve learned that children like each other because they see in each other some of themselves. It’s like, “Hey, there’s a little person like me. Let me go play. Let me say “hi.” Let me smile, because it’s what I want to do, not because it’s politically correct or because I think I should to get something from them.
I love that and wish we all could be like that. I wish in 2012 that we could all just be friends. I wish that we’d wave “hi” to each other at the park and smile, just because we want to. I wish we didn’t have to talk about skin color or race or ethnicity or any of that other stuff that we think makes us different but that really doesn’t make us different, you know?
Hate, I’ve learned in watching children play, is taught. It’s taught by grown ups who hate, sometimes unknowingly, others who they perceive as being different. It’s taught by adults, by parents, by caregivers who don’t want to be friends with others who don’t look, like, sound like them.
It’s taught. I can’t control all that my children learn from the world, but it’s my hope that from me, and through my life’s example, my girls continue to love… all people, no matter their religion, hair texture, hair color, language, nationality, sexuality. No matter what, I want them to live with the love they have now and open hearts to others’ differences. Always.
That’s my hope.
Have you taught your children to love today?