I was reading a post on this blog about teaching your children about their culture and race and it was so in synch with how I’ve been feeling lately. As I watch the news (albeit a small amount) and respond to women’s concerns about marriage and dating, I am constantly dealing with my own feels about my race, my heritage, and its importance. And its important to me that children go up feeling as positive about my heritage as I do, if not more.
I often ask myself the question, “Why did God decide it was important for me to be a Black woman? What part of my ancestors had to be passed down to me so I could fulfill my created purpose?” See, that’s how I look at being a Black woman. I think about the great and powerful things our people possess inside them, and how I have the privilege of being one of that number. It makes me want to read books, study my family tree, and draw from the people who came before me. They were great and now I am a reflection that greatness in my own way. And my daughters are great, with the same created intent as I have and as my husband has. They are great children. Greatness is their inheritance.
So, I think about the when and the how that I will begin to explain to my daughters that they are not just females, or daddy’s girls, but young Black daughters. African-American women of the future. (Boy, that has a great ring to it!) I want to start with how awesome they are and how resilient their great-grandparents and their parents had been so they can continue to be great in their own lifetime.
I will tell them about the intolerance of others, but only so that they can withstand the sting of it as best they can, so that it doesn’t cripple them. I want them to be able to handle it with grace, and forgiveness, but still from within them know how great they really are.
I draw my strength from the place that says I am perfect the way I am created, with all my faults and short comings. I was created with intent, because it made sense to the one who knows all things. And He looks at me with pride for what He has created in me. And in Bob. And in Robin. And in Alecia.
I wanted to know how you ladies discuss race with your children, and if you feel a sense to want to pass on things to them. If you don’t that’s cool. You shouldn’t feel pressured. I just enjoy celebrating all that I am, and the character flawthat challenge me to grow, so I wanted to know if you all felt the same.
I’m not trying to brag. You know what I mean. But there is nothing imperfect about my daughters eyes, her skin, her nose, her hair, her everything. And I am shaping her mind to feel the same.