Okay, this post may be a little Pollyanna-ish, but I'm feeling that way and that's me...
The girls were off from school on Monday and Tuesday of this week and on Wednesday, I guess Emmy's class learned about Martin Luther King, Jr. Emmy was enthralled with his story and told me all the little tidbits she could remember like:
"We're white!" to which I replied, yes we are, what did you think we were? She ignored me of course
"Martin Luther King, Jr was black and black people weren't treated well"
"They had to sit in the back of the bus!"
"So they stopped taking the bus and the bus company went out of business" Uh, not quite, but go ahead
"Martin Luther King, Jr made a speech about having a dream"
"Then black people got to sit in the front of the bus!"
"Black kids couldn't go to school with white kids!"
"Martin Luther King, Jr is dead now"
Okay, a little piece-mealed from a 6 year old, but some of it may have been from her excitement about this history. I got the impression that she thought this happened a long, long time ago (although 10 years ago is F.O.R.E.V.E.R for her!). I shared with her that Mommy and Daddy's generation was the first generation where desegregation was tried (she wasn't impressed).
My Pollyanna-ish feeling comes from the fact that this is new knowledge to her; she and her sister are growing up not feeling that delineation that we knew growing up and our parents lived with. They don't see color the way we grew up seeing color; to them it's just a feature like blond and red hair. Isn't that great?!
Then I realized, they are being told that this is such a historic election and inauguration and they don't truly get it...again...how awesome is that?!
BTW, this guy's name, not President Barack Obama....
per Emmy, his name is Obach O-Hama...It makes me giggle each time I hear it and she WON'T be corrected on it...she insists on this pronounciation!