I was reflecting on our time in Ethiopia today and remembering one of the hardest things: the feeling that we drew attention wherever we went because of the color of our skin. The attention was not negative or rude, it simply became draining. As though, no matter how hard we tried, we could not fit in. And then in struck me in a way like never before:
Is this what Noah has to look forward to?
Now I do fully understand that we have chosen to be a conspicuous family and am fully confident that we are up to the task. But just as the shock of new parenthood occurs, I find myself in the midst of the reality that we are a conspicuous family and am waking up to the fact that we are raising our black son in a white culture.
We have a lot of work to do. Any suggestions? Thoughts? Advice?