Two new photos from the weekend. It was one of those great weekends, for a variety of reasons, but most of all because I got to spend plenty of quality time with my daughter. She sure is cute, and I am not afraid to say it. Good thing she looks like her mother. :)
My best friend asked me "what are you going to tell your daughter about her race?" That's a great question, and one that I have not spent nearly enough time thinking about. I've been busy with poopy diapers and feeding. I guess my biggest concern is that it is my perception that my child won't understand, perhaps even believe, that I am in fact African American. She, as a young child, may simply not see it, and therefore not believe it. Being black is a large part of who I am, but I don't look it, and therefore it's not visible. How will she react to that? What will her take on her skin tone, which in this color looks more Irish like her mother's heritage than olive complected like her father. The funny thing is, speaking purely statistically, I am "more black" than my best friend, and yet if we were standing next to each other, he's the first one going to jail for something he didn't do. (sorry Brother Numpsy, just making jokes <g>) His child will no doubt appear to be more black than me. Well, that remains to be seen, but I think it will probably be so.
So I am left wondering. What will I tell her? It would be nice to live in an idyllic world and believe that I could simply tell her "you are an American" and leave it at that, but not everyone is as enlightened as I am, and to many (MANY), race matters. It just does. I remember how confused I was growing up, and can only wonder what her life will be like. I grew up in a different time, where mixed children were far more rare than they are today. Maybe I will have nothing to worry about. Maybe. We'll just wait and see. However, if any of you out there have or are going to have mixed children, I would be interested to hear your thoughts.