Hi Sara,
My parents raised me in a similar manner and I’m happy about that. When I was a teen, one of my very best friends was a white gay guy. That was in the 70’s when my family were the first blacks to move into the neighborhood. He would catch flack for hanging out with me (the black chic) and I would catch flack for hanging out with him, but it did not matter, we stayed friends thought-out high school and college.
Now a days it’s very different in the same neighborhood. My 12 year old nephew who has a white mom and a black dad has a ton of friends from both races and they are inseperable!