This morning I called my mom to wish her a happy birthday, and I was delighted to see her in her natural habitat: the pool (specifically, an inflatable pool in my parents’ backyard with my nephew, who is not a fan of water yet):
In light of recent events, I’d like to share that I’m so incredibly fortunate to be the son of a mother who believes in loving all types of people regardless of their race, gender, creed, age, nation, and sexuality. Throughout my childhood, she invited exchange students into our home for extended durations from at least 3 different countries, maybe more. She encouraged me to go to a high school with a deep array of of cultural and racial diversity. And she was a teacher for most of her career, serving children and parents from a variety of backgrounds. I’m sure she has her flaws in these regards–subconscious or otherwise–like any white person of privilege, but I’m still incredibly grateful that my mother consistently chooses to love, embrace, and include rather than hate, push, and exclude.
Happy birthday, Mom. 🙂