What I Know, And What I Don’t Know
I will not pretend I understand what it is like to be a black mom.
One of my best friends has brown skin and I love her and her brown skin. Still, I can’t pretend like I know what it’s like to have brown skin in Houston, Texas or America. I sometimes see how we are treated differently, I sometimes hear her talk about being uncomfortable, but I don’t know what it is like to live in her beautiful skin.
What I do know is that if my son was arrested, forced to the ground by a group of men and had a knee to his neck for nearly nine minutes, I would be furious. Even if he deserved to be arrested, if he was a submissive, defenseless person, he would not deserve this. If this was my son, I would be mad as hell. And if it was your son, I would still be mad as hell.
So, I do not understand what it is like to be a black mom, but I do understand loving a child with the intensity of the sun.
I don’t want this post to be about how I said the right thing or how I said the wrong thing. I just want it to be about me saying something honest.
Now I will listen to what other moms and dads have to say about their experiences, expectations and ideas. Send me a message, leave a comment, just keep it constructive.