Today while my boys were playing I overheard them saying some things that would have alarmed me a year or two ago. Cayden was calling his little people man he was playing with “white man” and he was calling Deacon’s “brown man”. They didn’t make up names for them today they just called them “white man” and “brown man”.
I chuckled remember what I read in I’M CHOCOLATE, YOU’RE VANILLA and realized that my children are by no means referring to race, but yet simply to the color of their skin. They don’t know race like I do as a 30 year old woman. They simply see color. It is so apparent that this is true when Cayden tells us all who we look like. He still insists that he’s white like daddy and Deacon’s brown like me. He has no clue that Deacon is the odd man out in our family and the only one of a different race (for now at least!) He just sees that Mommy and Deacon have the same skin color. On a personal side note, I LOVE that he says that about Deacon and I!