I'm always grateful to today's guest columnist She'sWrite for letting me publish her posts here on Go West. But I'm particularly happy to be able to share this one on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.
It’s interesting being a parent of biracial children in that like with most things with motherhood, I’m fumbling around in the dark.
Hmmm. Well, kinda.
Since my husband is a blond-haired blue-eyed Norwegian and I am a black girl from Kansas, I’m always curious as to how our biracial kids perceive themselves when it comes to race. So the conversation began on this day as it has many times before:
“Do you know any brown people?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes and pointed at the chocolate side of my hand. “You.”
“Do you know any white people?”
He smiled: “Daddy!”
“Right.” And then I waited. I waited because usually at this point in the conversation, he gives me a glimpse into his curious little mind.