Its September 7th, the first day for the elementary school across the street. The bell rings at 8:25 and my kids run outside, in their pajamas, as I force my lazy self to get out of bed and start the day. The kids have at least put on shoes, jackets and mittens as its 40 degrees outside. They play while I get around, and then we meet in the kitchen for a breakfast. They eat while I get the morning books out.
Today, we learn about Jacob and his return to the land of Isaac, Muslims, Syria, the Middle East. I like the fact that our books aren't editorialized with bias of dislike and hatred. I like that my kids are learning and understanding that people are people no matter where they come from, and that Muslims have contributed so much to our culture and the cultures our culture has come from. Its hard, because they hear the sound bytes on the 15-30 minutes of news I watch only a few times a week. They hear of the unease and unrest in the world, although for now, we shield them from the more violent images and actions of mankind. They hear the words of those around us, who believe only the worst actions of a people speak for the entire belief system. At least for now they'll learn to love people who are different.
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