“Mommy, a friend at the park said she did not want to play with me because I’m brown.” Hearing this immediately shocked me and was followed by a deep sense of hurt for her. After she nonchalantly blurted this out, I asked her how that made her feel. She replied, “Well, not everyone paints themselves brown.” Her casual response shocked me as I realized the beauty of her innocence. It was at that moment, I realized that I still had the opportunity to teach her just how beautiful she is and mold her to be kind and accepting toward others that do not look like her. Since that strange occurrence…