I’m sorry.

It’s the day that we celebrate and honor Martin Luther King, JR and his contributions to civil rights (and much more) in our country.

On this day we have conversations with our kids about equity, we talk about Rosa Parks, we talk about our own heritage, we listen to the “I Have a Dream” speech, we serve others, and highlight the value of every individual to our kids.

But on this day I always feel a little disappointed.

Disappointed, because our communities have not fully embraced that very important Dream that Dr. King held. I hear stories way too often of kids with skin color other than white being bullied, or teased, or made to think that they are less than worthy. I hear stories way too often of adults telling their kids things that echo the lessons of white fragility. I hear stories way too often of leaders gatekeeping their communities and only allowing certain schools of thought to be empowered.

When I stand on my front porch I see a multi-generational family from India, I see a biracial family, I see a family that is so diverse and beautifully blended that there is no definition, I see a black family, I see a Pakistani family, I see a family with roots in Dubai, and I see a…