For a weekend, we were an interracial family of sorts. My teen daughter is now in health class and part of the class requires students to bring home a "fake baby" for a weekend. They offer an alternative to being a parent for a weekend which is an extensive writing assignment. My daughter wanted to do the writing assignment but since she's a good writer, she knew that wouldn't be a monumental challenge for her so she opted to bring home baby. I am proud of her choice. She could have taken the easy way out and who could have blamed her?...more
It’s interesting being a parent of biracial children in that -- like with most things with motherhood -- I’m fumbling around in the dark.Digging through my five-year-old’s backpack, I ran across a worksheet on Martin Luther King, Jr. Curious, I asked him what he learned about King in school. Image Credit: Ron Cogswell via Flickr ...more
Five minutes before I sat down to write a blog post yesterday, four-and-a-half year old “Emmie” and I stood on the pool deck of our local YMCA, waiting for her swim class to begin. A dozen or so senior citizens finished their aquatic exercise class and climbed out of the pool, and Emmie and I moved aside to allow one of the men in the class to retrieve his towel and flip-flops.
After claiming his belongings, the man stepped in front of us and stopped. He turned to me. “Where’s she from?” he asked.