But, is it any easier being the yellow and blue that make up the green?
Let me explain.
I was at a writing workshop the other weekend, the same event that Letitia had her unfortunate car trouble. 
At this workshop were many of our colleagues in broadcast journalism. One was a gentleman named Ray - -a reporter who worked for another station. As part of an exercise, the person running the workshop interviewed Ray about his personal life. During the interview, Ray revealed that he was bi-racial -- white mother, black father. That caught my attention, because my kids are also bi-racial, black mother, white father. After the interview, I pulled Ray aside and asked him was there advice his mother gave him to deal with people who ridiculed him for being of "mixed race"? I was surprised by his answer. Ray said no, there wasn't anything really to say. He said he was aware of other people's problems with interacial relationships that resulted in bi-racial children - -and that's exactly what it was "their problem".
This was encouraging and frustrating at the same time. I'm encouraged that there's a good chance my kids will adopt the same attitude and see any prejudice as a "their problem" issue. But, as a mother, I feel very protective - as any parent does - of my daughters and want to try and make their path down life as care-free as possible. 
We just welcomed the 300-millionth American to the population, chances are they are going to run into ignorance and intolerance -- how can I prepare them?
Then, I thought
"how did my parents prepare me for the prejudice I experienced being black?" They didn't. They just taught me to abide by the Golden Rule. It's a simple one really -- but boy what a punch it packs. And it doesn't matter if you're black, white, yellow, blue or green -- it's a principal I'm proud to strive for and teach my kids to do the same.
In the end, they'll learn -- just like Kermit the Frog -- it might not be easy being green 
-- but boy it sure is beautiful.
