I often wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that the charter school they attend three days out of the week is much more diverse than the rural elementary school I went to as a kid. There are Latinos, Caucasians, African-American, Asian and Indians. All I know is that my children don’t bat an eyelash when I tell them there are burritos in their lunch bags. I can only imagine the glee on their little faces as they enjoy their burritos. It makes me feel good as a mother knowing that they have a strong sense of who they are, where they come from and also, that their little corner of the world contains people of all colors.
