Children have a unique way of seeing the world. It is a wide open place, a canvas for creativity, a land where anything is possible if only we wish it to be. It is a world where limitations do not exist, the heart and mind are open and people are not distinguished by how they are different, but by how they are the same.
A handful of years ago my youngest came home from baseball practice. He was about 7 at the time and was just entering the Little League system. “Mom, my coach has brown skin,” he confided in me when he walked in the door. “And he’s really funny.”
That was all there was to it. I remember at the time thinking that it was a curious remark. He had been in school for several years and his school was certainly a diverse one. It wasn’t the first time he had come across someone who was of a different race than he. And yet, the simplicity and innocence with which he shared that information stayed with me.
I bring this up because I took a call the other day from a group trying to get a proposition on the November ballot that “protects marriage”. It was an automated call, the message delivered in a matter of fact, emotionless manner. But it made me angry.
My first reaction was to hang up. It took seconds. Just long enough for my tired and somewhat distracted brain to register the message that was being conveyed. I hung up, but the slime was already on me.