Today, the ride home from school was interesting. BabyB says: “Mom did you know that is we(the boys) were born in the 1900’s or so, we would be slaves? I want to research my heritage”. I took a quick look in the back seat and had no idea what else to say. I tried to take into account the fact that they are only 9 years old but we often have more “grown up” conversations (talking is the only time I do not shelter them). I said, quite bluntly, honey back in the “day”, it would not have been possible for dad and I to have a relationship at all (I am black, their dad is white). He took a look at his arm and the arms of his brothers and said, “I would have been a slave with you mom” he’s darker than his brother’s. His oldest brother says “hey!!! that’s no fair, I couldn’t be a slave”. Looks like we have to have a very in depth conversation. Truth: I have no idea where to begin with the talk, but we are about to embark on a huge family tree. I have always wanted to, but have never gotten past my maternal grandparents. I guess even a road block like that leads to some dialog. We will try to do both sides of the tree, mom and dad and see where it goes.