To My Black Son, From Your White Mom

I'm sorry that you began your life wondering where your next bite of food would come from.

I'm sorry that clean water wasn't always available.

I'm sorry it took the process so long to bring you home. I was so excited for you to be here, where I can better care for and provide for you.

I'm sorry for what your new home has become.

From broken homes, to broken people, to riots in the streets. And suddenly it seems that so many people are turning against each other.

I'm sorry that some will judge you by the color of your skin, rather than the content of your heart.

I remember my time in Mexico, where my blonde hair and blue eyes were treated as a novelty. And I struggled to keep hands off of me. I felt like a circus freak. I'm sorry that many of those who've met you, have treated you in a similar way.

I remember a time in Haiti, where the children of a village ran in terror, because of my white skin. And I struggled to convince them I wasn't going to harm them. I'm sorry that those who haven't taken the time to get to know you, could fear you in any way.

I hate that people can be such jerks. I hate that the rage of a few, is taking over the media, creating more anger and encouraging others to join in their hatred. I hate that it's taken another riot, more lives lost, more hearts broken, for people to wake up to the reality that's been ignored for far too long. I hate that people have retaliated with more lives lost, because their bleeding hearts don't know how else to show their pain.

I'm sorry for not knowing this would happen, because I honestly didn't think it was possible. I thought racism was a thing of the past. I thought we had overcome this form of hatred. I thought everyone would love you just as much as I do.

Please hear me when I say that you are more valuable than diamonds. You are worth more than any of the treasures of this world. Don't let the raging hatred of others, destroy your beautiful heart. Despite what others may say, we are each created in the image of God and are equally as important. Please, I beg of you, don't let anyone convince you otherwise.

Most importantly, always remember that you are loved. God loves you. I love you, so so very much. A lot of people love you, and more will come to know and love you. You have a voice, don't be afraid to use it. You hold the power to speak curses or blessings on others. You have the ability to overcome hatred, with love. I pray that you're able to continue to show love to others, in this world that so desperately needs it. I'm honored to your mom. You are an incredible young man, and I believe you'll do incredible things. Do not lose hope.

“Most important of all, continue to show deep love for each other, for love covers a multitude of sins.”‭‭

1 Peter‬ ‭4:8‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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