On my way to Grockit this morning I had a conversation with my daughter that I’ll cherish forever. As I walked the opportunity to teach my daughter about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was primed. I mentioned that the approaching Monday is an official Grockit holiday, intending to segue into questions that would ultimately lead me into being able to build up to the significant reason for the holiday.

Before I could start, however, she launched into a detailed recount of the life of Dr. King and what he fought for, and took great pains to explain “he didn’t have a dream, he gave us a dream. Not like when I have a dream about toads and dancing, but a dream for us that we made come true.”

She really means it. My daughter is six years old, and is half way through her first year of kindergarten at a public school in San Francisco, in a Spanish language immersion program to boot. She’s speaking Spanish 90% of her time in class. Her classroom is a perfect example of cultural diversity. She’s one of two people in a class of 20+ who in her own words (spoken with intense excitement) “has pink skin and blue eyes! Everyone else has every color skin and eyes you can imagine!”

Being taught by my six year old daughter about civil rights, equality, and the benefits of cultural diversity is more than enough to make my heart burst with pride and admiration. The answer to my question of “where did you learn about this?” is what pushed me over the edge into total stupefied gratitude.

“From my teacher, Mrs. Strong, silly. And she was crying when she told us, and I knew it was a good cry.”

People like Mrs. Strong inspire me. They strengthen my resolve to see Grockit succeed. Grockit increases the ability for people like Mrs. Strong to improve the lives of others (as well as their own). When I think about that potential I get the chills, and hope that I have the emotional capacity to fathom the impact of that improvement.