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This is a little OT...but I wanna share:
When I was growing up down here in the south, my momma used to sing all the time. She sang hymns mostly because that was what she knew best. I actually had a momma who cleaned the house and sang....she washed our clothes and sang...she ironed our clothes and sang.
My momma is a great grandmother now...and she is still singing! I was not raised as a racist person at all...but we have never had any other race in our family. We are all white. When my daughter fell in love with a young black man, I had so many fears. A period of self-examination ensued. It was very challenging for me and my husband. I hope that no one will think less of me for being honest about a vast array of uncertainty.
In the end, we loved and supported our daughter....and gained a son-in-law that we have grown to love as well. When they gave us our beautiful granddaughter, we fell in love!
My mother was the first one in line, behind me of course, to get ahold of that sweet baby. My mother adores her. It just so happens that my mother's mother is still living...so there are 5 generations of us here on this earth. My grandmother is 92 and blind. When she asked us to describe the baby to her, we all used the typical words....gorgeous, soft, pudgy. And then she asked, "Is she really a black baby?" We all burst out laughing! We realized we hadn't even thought of that. That's what love does. It changes the way we look at everything!
I love it when my momma holds my grandbaby and sings softly to her at bedtime. Momma says, "Honey, how does that new version of the old song go again?"
"What song, momma?"
"You know, honey....that new version of Jesus loves the little children. That's the one I wanna sing..."
My momma follows crimes but she doesn't like to get on the computer. And she gets really sad about these cases. She cries and gets depressed. So I told momma that we should sing and try not to be sad.
So Jessica...this song is for you from all the girls in my family...and me and momma are gonna sing it for you:
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world....
Every color, every race,
All are covered by His grace....
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
When I was growing up down here in the south, my momma used to sing all the time. She sang hymns mostly because that was what she knew best. I actually had a momma who cleaned the house and sang....she washed our clothes and sang...she ironed our clothes and sang.
My momma is a great grandmother now...and she is still singing! I was not raised as a racist person at all...but we have never had any other race in our family. We are all white. When my daughter fell in love with a young black man, I had so many fears. A period of self-examination ensued. It was very challenging for me and my husband. I hope that no one will think less of me for being honest about a vast array of uncertainty.
In the end, we loved and supported our daughter....and gained a son-in-law that we have grown to love as well. When they gave us our beautiful granddaughter, we fell in love!
My mother was the first one in line, behind me of course, to get ahold of that sweet baby. My mother adores her. It just so happens that my mother's mother is still living...so there are 5 generations of us here on this earth. My grandmother is 92 and blind. When she asked us to describe the baby to her, we all used the typical words....gorgeous, soft, pudgy. And then she asked, "Is she really a black baby?" We all burst out laughing! We realized we hadn't even thought of that. That's what love does. It changes the way we look at everything!
I love it when my momma holds my grandbaby and sings softly to her at bedtime. Momma says, "Honey, how does that new version of the old song go again?"
"What song, momma?"
"You know, honey....that new version of Jesus loves the little children. That's the one I wanna sing..."
My momma follows crimes but she doesn't like to get on the computer. And she gets really sad about these cases. She cries and gets depressed. So I told momma that we should sing and try not to be sad.
So Jessica...this song is for you from all the girls in my family...and me and momma are gonna sing it for you:
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world....
Every color, every race,
All are covered by His grace....
Jesus loves the little children of the world.