Why You Should Raise Your Child to See the Colors

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My neighborhood is diverse. Black families live in the first two houses to my south, followed by a Lebanese family. Northwest and across the street lives a highly observant Muslim family. A Greek family lives across the street to my southwest. Around the corner live several Indian families. I like where I live. It reminds me, daily, that the world is a big place. It reminds me, daily, that we all need to get along. It reminds me, daily, that I need to remember that every culture has a different worldview. It reminds me that we all love our children, want the best for our families, and that ‘my way’ is not the only right way.

The local high school takes pride in their diversity. The main entrance is lined with national flags. There is a flag for every nation represented in the school. When my son graduated four years ago, there were 8o flags hanging in the hallway.

As I walked those halls the other day, it was a reminder that we need to teach our kids to see color. Just as every family loves their children, but rears them differently, every culture brings something different to the neighborhood B-B-Q. To raise colorblind kids is to deny them the opportunity to take a bite from the world’s great buffet table.

Sikh or Hindu, Jew or Muslim, Christian or Shinto, black or white – don’t raise your kid to ignore the differences, because you can’t. Raise them to look past those differences. Raise your kid to revel in the differences, to take a page from someone else’s book, to have pride in one’s own roots whilst having the courage to explore another’s background. Raise your kid to see the differences, embrace and respect them, and at the same time, see what makes us all human.

I don’t want a colorblind society. I want us to see the colors.


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About David Stanley

Teacher & science guy, writer, musician, coach, skier and bike racer, I am interested… in everything; your story, food & spirits and music and everything in the natural world, spirit & sport. My son is 22 and still needs his Dad. I am 56 and so do I.
I blog on life and death, cancer and sports, kids and education at http://dstan58.blogspot.com/

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