In the times that we are living in, we must understand the culture and the climate that we are faced.
As many of you can probably tell from my previous posts that I immensely love my son Brennan. What mother wouldn’t? He is my beautiful baby boy. A gift from God and each day I thank God for allowing me to be the vessel to carry and birth him knowing that he belongs to me for only a limited time, but he belongs to God for a lifetime. But, I have a confession…I’m scared for my son.
Growing up in a post George Zimmerman/Michael Dunn era I fear for my son’s life. I fear having to tell my loving 5 year old son when he grows up that there are rules he must follow because of the color of his skin. I have to not only teach him how to read and write, but also how to look for verbal cues and to not respond. See the color of his…
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