I grew up in a small town that was very dominantly one race, and then went to college in a state that was even more so. I think I didn't really think anything of it, it was just how it was.
We have now lived in Southern California for almost six years.
My kids are on their third week of school. Alex came home telling me all about her friend Kennedy and how she wanted to have Kennedy come over. Everyday I would hear about what they played at recess. I wrote down our number so Alex could take it to her friend. This week we got a call from Kennedy she wanted to talk with Alex and even talked with me for a bit, she is not a shy girl at all. I talked with her mom and we talked about dates for possible playdates. When I asked Alex what Kennedy was like, she told me how fun she was, the things they had in common, the things they like to play and that was it. Kennedy is black and Alex never once brought this up. The only reason I know is because I help out in Alex's classroom and was able to figure out who she was.
Lucas' best friend is Hispanic; he has come over many times now and Lucas has gone to his home for many hours of Minecraft playing.
And I love it.
I love that my kids are growing up in a place where there is so much diversity that it doesn't seem diverse. It is normal to them. All they care about is if they have common interests and like to play the same sort of games.
In the scriptures it says we are to become like little children- this is what is is talking about. Their innocence, their ability to so easily forgive, their ability to see past all of the false pretenses and prejudices of the world and just see someone for who they are.
My kids are colorblind and I couldn't be more proud.