When my daughter was in second grade she received a gift from a Somali friend, it was a beautiful hijab and traditional Somali dress. She was so excited and wore it to school the next day. Although we lived in a predominantly Hispanic neighborhood in the middle of Tucson, AZ and there were no Somali students at her school, no one criticized her. She glowed as she told others of her gift. The other girls loved the beads on her hijab. The next day, she was back to wearing jeans and a t-shirt, until the mood stuck her again. I was grateful towards the school and the community for not shaming, but instead embracing my child’s joy in celebrating diversity.

By Nicolle Trudeau