My son's brown skin fascinates me - how it drinks lotion, how beautiful it is wearing certain colors and how he glows from the inside like he swallowed a light bulb behind my back. My son is fascinated by my skin - how it forms white/pink knuckles at the top of my hand, how random freckles appear on my arm and how I hold my face when I am putting on makeup.
My son and I have been inside ALL week spending a lot of time together while being sick at the same time. That's a lot of hours of him sitting on my lap and listening to each other cough a LOT. It seems silly to go on about this, but in light of all the racial tension happening in our country, the difference seems to boil down to someone having skin color than another.
I stare at my son sometimes and wonder how could anyone look down on my sweet boo because of his beautiful skin? We are all the same, made of the exact same stuff. Don't let your heart miss something wonderful over something as simple as skin color.