My son doesn’t see a difference.

Rachel F., Bel Air, MD Growing up, until about age 12, I was the only white girl in my class. I never thought anything of it, until I was in 3rd grade and one of the adults in my life disdainfully pointed it out to me…like I was the victim of unfortunately circumstances or something. I remember feeling confused, and responding with the classic haughty 9-year-old, “So what?!” My point is, kids have to be taught to think people’s visible differences, their sexual orientations, their financial statuses, etc. are “good” or “bad” …”right” or “wrong.” My husband and I are teaching our son that every human is different, and that’s what makes us all a great team. It may sound a little Pollyanna, but I refuse to let my only child grow up thinking that anyone is better or worse than anyone else.