There, I said it.
In a frantic effort to pack for the upcoming move, I've had several substitute babysitters from one of the local sitter services (Wondersitter, for those in SF -- they are FABULOUS!). Last Wednesday we got a very awesome African American sitter named Sara. I was introducing Lucie to Sara and she absolutely flipped out. I mean, just... really lost her shit.
My normally warm-and-friendly toddler wanted NOTHING to do with her. She clung to me screaming as I tried to leave, nails dug into my shoulder. If nothing else, it was completely mortifying. I was all, "heh heh, she's just... really shy." But Sara knew what was up (maybe). Perhaps this isn't the first time it's happened to her.
I felt terrible. I was secretly praying that she'd see my Dave Chappelle DVDs on the console. Or maybe notice my Obama '08 paraphernalia scattered about the house. See? I'm cool, I promise!
I told my hairdresser about the incident a few hours later. "Oh! My boy went through that phase too! He was terrified of dark-skinned people and it was soooooo embarrassing," she said, "his pediatrician says he's not exposed to enough people and I should put him in day care."
This is all very apropos because we are currently in the process of figuring out WHERE on earth we are going to live when we move out of the City.
"Marin County," says everyone who lives there, "is heaven on earth."
Yet we visited Marin County and something just didn't feel right. There was a certain je ne sais quois that something was a little off. Then it dawned on me -- everybody there is white! Very white. Not a hint of color anywhere.
If I wanted to live in an all-white community, I would have never left my hometown of Dunwoody, Georgia. We had exactly one black kid in my Elementary School class. No Hispanics. God bless her, she must have felt so alienated. And THAT was public skew-elll (Southern for "school").
I want my child to grow up in a rich, diverse environment full of people of all colors and backgrounds (and no I'm not just saying this to be PC, you all know I don't give 2 shits about political correctness). This is very important to me.
In retrospect, I'm really glad the incident with Sara happened. It highlighted how important it is not to live in a bubble.
Easy Bay, anyone?