Then he called Micah, my sweet baby, the "N" word.
Nothing prepares you for this moment, the moment when you realize that someone hates your loving, kind, sweet child because of His beautiful GOD DESIGNED skin tone. I don't understand it; I never will.
My heart is broken because I know this is not the last time THAT WORD will ring in his ears. What a sad, sad day for us.
I reacted well, I think. I asked him to stop, told him I was sorry, told him I didn't believe I deserved his reaction, told him I would pray for him, then threatened to call the police. At that, he left us alone.
Why? Why is my son's skin so offensive? What do you say to a man filled with hatred at a 14 month old baby?
I don't know what to say but I know this makes me long for heaven, for a day when we will all see God's creation as it is-- beautiful yet fallen.