My kids and I were walking home after a trip to our favorite ice cream stand. With the thrill of anticipation gone and his belly full of ice cream, my seven-year-old son was more observant of his surroundings. “What does Black lives matter mean?” he asked. It seemed to come out of nowhere, but then I saw the sign on someone’s front lawn. I was first proud of his reading skills—online learning wasn’t his jam this spring—but I was also excited by his curiosity. We have always talked about race and have included diversity in our everyday lives. But there is a new layer of urgency and momentum that he is just now getting the sense of through signs on lawns and in windows. As a white cisgender male, my son has a lot to understand about his privileges and he’s not too young to start learning now.
Source : https://www.littlethings.com/black-lives-7-year-old/