Friends

One of the saddest things about the boys growing up is that they look at the world differently than when they were little.  Back then they didn't look at people think about what race they were or how old someone was; people were judged on whether you played with them or not. There was no talk of whether someone was Asian, black, or white.  You were a person and that was it.

Somewhere along the way that changed.  I can hear my kids talk about "black" kids or whether someone is gay or not.  It's pretty upsetting actually, especially since that is not the way that I talk around them.  I stress to them all the time that it doesn't matter how someone looks or whether they are gay or straight.  What matters is what type of person someone is.  Are they someone that they would like to be friends with?

Everyone is different, and that is what makes everyone and everything AWESOME.

John Willey - Daddy's in Charge?

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