I thought I’d share a Muck story from his early years. I shared this with Leah today and thought I’d share it with you here.
I don’t care how much of an Avatar you are, when you are 5 years old, there is no filter!
Andrew and I were in the post office when he was about 5 years old. Now you have to understand that Martin is a minority in his own country of N. Ireland being a (recovering) Catholic. He tried to claim his minority-ship here! (I make up words as I go ;-) ) I told him “Yea, you are a white educated male, it ain’t gonna fly here dude.” He is very much aware of discrimination having been discriminated against growing up as a Catholic. We never taught Andrew that anyone was less than us because of race or religion. Martin knows what that feels like. There was never racial slurs in our house. We treated people the same. So this next incident really freaked me out. Not to mention embarrassed the living daylights outta me!
We were standing in line at the post office when Andrew says quite loud, “Mommy, shouldn’t the brown person be in the back of the line?” There was a “brown” person ahead of us. You can imagine the absolute horror on my face when I heard this. Not thinking I said “What!?” What does any 5 year old do when asked “what?” They repeat it LOUDER! Honestly! Where was my head!? SO Andrew proceeds again WITH an explanation this time. How lucky am I?!
He says, “Aren’t the brown people suppose to be in the back of the line and not in front of us because we are white?” I was feeling faint and weak by this point as I felt the blood draining out of my head. I was mortified! I was feeling weaker by the second, vision was getting blurred, I almost soiled myself, thinking I was about to have a stroke! Where on Earth could he get this information? Then it hit me, it was February and what is February? Yup! Black History Month. He heard it in school but didn’t realize it was HISTORY. He was thinking it was that way now!
Even though I set him straight right then and there explaining it was history and NOT the way things are now, the look on the “brown” woman’s face was that of unamusement. Maybe because we were at a post office in front of a trailer park in a known red neck town, but the woman wasn’t buying it. Yea, I slinked outta there as quick as I could with a stroke nipping at my heals!
Ya gotta love kids, right? It’s like a law or something isn’t it? We have to love our kids? :-D
IT’S ALL GOOD!
BTW those of you who haven’t yet, ck out the post 2 down to the link to light a candle for Andrew. You are the first here to be able to do it before I advertise it on a bigger scale! I see the readers of the blog has gone waaaaaay down! The ones who have been truly inspired by Andrew are the ones that still come here. Thank you!