Raising an Inter-racial Child
As you can see from the pics that i have placed around my blog, i am black. However, my daughter is what i love to call a melting pot. For my family race was never an issue, that would have been ridiculous seeing that my entire family was a melting pot. So, it was quite natural for me growing up in such a family and for most Jamaicans this is the norm. Therefore, when my daughter was born i did not give the fact that she was inter-racial a second thought. Not until she started asking about it.
She started a new school in September and one day she came home more aware that she was different. It started with questions like:why is it my complexion is different from yours mommy? or mommy my hair is different from yours, why?
|At the book store|
So,i had to have the talk. No, not THAT talk. I told her that she looks like both her mommy and her daddy. Then, i showed her what we had in common. That was good enough for my situation. But what about the people who have adopted a beautiful child, who just happens to be inter-racial or from a different race. What do they tell their sons and daughters?
|At school-Christmas concert|