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When my daughter, Ella, was born, I was taken aback by her lighter complexion. As someone with dark skin, I had expected our child to reflect my own hue. However, skin color was something I rarely thought about within our mixed-race family; my primary focus was simply on being a mom, which is a full-time job in itself! Often, I didn’t even notice how our differing complexions garnered attention from others. To me, we were just a family, united beyond skin color.
Ella, now three, is observant and outspoken. It didn’t take long for her to notice the differences in our skin tones. She pointed out, “Mommy is Black, but Ella, Mia, and Daddy are beige.” Until that moment, it hadn’t occurred to me that she would be aware of race.
Recently, I found myself in an unplanned conversation about race. After styling Ella’s hair, I complimented her, saying, “You’re so beautiful! I want to look like you.” I intended it as a light-hearted compliment to boost her confidence, but she took it quite literally. This led us down an unexpected path.
Ella responded, “You do? Then we have to grow your hair and change your skin color. I don’t like your skin color.”
Confused, I asked, “Why?”
“Because it’s black. I don’t like black skin. I want it to be beige like mine,” she replied.
I responded, “I love my skin just like you love yours. We’re both beautiful!”
Ella countered, “I don’t like black though. I like pink, purple, blue, yellow… I want you to be pink and I’ll be purple.”
Relieved that her comment stemmed from innocent childlike preferences rather than malice, I continued, “I love my skin, you love yours, and Daddy loves his. We’re all beautiful just the way we are.”
Ella cheered, “Yes! Thumbs up if you like your skin!” We shared a thumbs-up moment, embracing our unique beauty.
Despite its innocent nature, the conversation left me feeling unsettled. I couldn’t shake the fear that her comment might evolve into a more troubling perspective on race. Although my husband and I actively expose our children to diverse media and conversations, I realized that this needed further discussion.
“Ariella,” I said, “we need to talk.” I explained, “Skin color doesn’t matter. If everyone looked the same, it would be boring. Our differences are what make us special! Daddy is white, and I’m Black, which means you’re half and half.”
“No, I’m not. I don’t see some black. Daddy is beige. I am beige. You’re black. I love rainbow colors; I just don’t like black,” she insisted.
Navigating this conversation felt daunting. I continued, “It’s okay if you don’t like black for your toys or clothes, but you should appreciate and respect all skin colors. Everyone is beautiful, no matter their skin tone.”
“I’m sorry for saying I didn’t love your skin. You’re beautiful and the best mom in the world!” she said, easing my worries for a moment.
As we walked together as a family, I reflected on how complex our world can be regarding race. My little girl was simply expressing her innocent perspective, unaware of the deeper implications of her words. Two days later, she surprised me by saying, “Mommy, your skin is very beautiful.”
I responded, “Your skin is beautiful too.”
Her innocent acknowledgment reminded me that children do see color, and we should not shy away from these discussions. Engaging them in thoughtful conversations about differences is essential, as it fosters understanding and respect for everyone. As parents, we play a crucial role in shaping their views as they grow, regardless of their own skin tones.
Raising biracial children in a world that sometimes promotes racial superiority is challenging but vital. I am committed to teaching my daughters that all people are equal, hoping they will carry this knowledge into the future, influencing their peers positively.
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Summary:
The author shares an experience with her biracial daughter, Ella, who expressed a preference for lighter skin during a conversation about beauty. The dialogue evolves into a discussion about appreciating all skin colors. Despite initial discomfort, the author recognizes the importance of fostering understanding and respect for diversity in her children.