Happy Milk Day
“Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.”
We have a school lunch schedule on our refrigerator. For two weeks I have heard Grace say “milk day, no school” when she looks at it. Then she mutters something about “it’s strange we have only milk and no school.”
She finally asked me about it and I realized she was reading MLK as milk. I asked if she knew who Martin Luther King Jr. was…”no”. Did she ever hear about him at school? “no”.
So on Friday I explained to her (briefly in 6 year-old terms) who he was, what he fought for and that he was murdered by someone who disagreed with him for trying to make things fair for people who have a different color of skin than ours.
She had a few questions and wanted to know how long ago was this, who hurt him, were they still alive. It is a hard concept for a 6 year-old. Especially when you grow up in an area like ours where everyone looks just like us. “Different” means brown hair or taller or older or a boy!
But the message is obviously incredibly important.
Different is ok, different can be good.
Acceptance not just tolerance.