I love Saturdays! Not for the usually reasons of time away from work or time to goof around. Almost every Saturday my grandchildren come to spend the morning. Olivia, 4, and Davis, 18-months, are the light of my life.
We make a big deal out of our Saturday get-togethers. We carefully plan the breakfast menu. Bacon or sausage? Blueberries or strawberries? Cookies for "tea"? We wonder if the weather will be nice enough for a walk. Should we go to the farm store again and see the baby chicks? Livi and D are the only things on my "To do" list for the entire morning.
Sometimes our agenda includes playing with my backyard neighbors, Ashley and Tyson. At eight and five, they're a little older than my grandchildren but the kids don't seem to care. Livi is almost as tall as Ashley. Tyson is a gentle shepherd when it comes to keeping Davis out of trouble. They never let age get in the way of having a good time. Evidently they don't let race matter either.
As I was supervising a good time on the trampoline, Livi commented to Tyson, "I'm black." Gesturing to Davis she added, "He's black. And you're white." Tyson's reply, "Yup."
End of discussion. Beginning of understanding.
