This weblog was inspired by this Lovelyish article
Last year while I was pregnant with my youngest, my oldest was patting my extended stomach and asked, "Mommy, will the baby be brown?"
I was surprised at the question, especially since both my husband and I are white. C has some Native American in his family, but you couldn't see that in his blondish brown hair and bright blue eyes.
I explained to her that since both Daddy and I were white that the baby would be as well. Then she asked, "Then what about B?" B is my half brother, technically since we share our biological mother. I was adopted at a young age and found my mom when I was 18. She remarried some time ago and they had B about a year after my oldest was born. So yes my oldest daughter is older than her uncle.
But age means nothing to these two, what matters is that my biological stepfather is black so my brother is half white and half black. He is very light, his hair is the only way to 'tell' that his ancestry is mixed.
But since my daughter was obviously curious, I asked her to bring me her crayons. She did, and we took the white crayon and the brown crayon and colored a piece of paper with them blending together, to make... light brown! So I explained the brown one was like Pop Pop and the white one was like Nana and the result is like B.
Then we took the two white crayons together and explained that this was her mom and dad. Since my husband's family has adopted asian girls in the mix (His parents had three boys naturally and always wanted girls so they adopted them from China and Korea), we used the yellow crayons as well.
After we colored all the different 'people', I asked her if there was any real difference between B and herself. She thought long and hard... "He's a boy. That's a difference." Smiling, I asked her if there was any other difference. "Nope. God painted everyone, and he was like me, he liked using all the colors in the crayon box!"
Now because of my husband's past military experience, we have lived in Texas and right outside Washington DC and now we live in Iowa. In Texas, there was a predominant hispanic community and we were in the minority. In DC, there was a predominant black community where we lived and she went to school, so again we were in the minority. Here in Iowa, it seems more equal with a nice mix in the school room.
I think those experiences have helped my daughter see that color really is skin deep. She has friends that don't notice color differences. It's weird that people still have those kinds of issues, but I know they do. It's sad, but it seems the older generations have something to learn from the young. That its time to look past the color divide.
How do you think your children view skin color?