I see you.

“Mom, I feel invisible”, said my then 5 year old toffee colored daughter Monroe Snow. As I drove her home from school, I immediately could feel sadness fill my body, because I remember vivid moments in my childhood when I felt invisible and like I didn’t belong. I remember picking up on non-verbal verbal communication that I didn’t belong. I felt, what people call, otherized. Often I wondered if it was my culture, my skin color, my hair, my gender, my speech. Either way, it sucked to feel this way.

For this reason, I have become OBSESSED with fun ways to cultivate a sense of belonging for my self and young ones equally.