My daughter’s hair tumbles down her back in a glorious mass of curls. I often find myself fluffing it into an eye-catching pompadour, a stark contrast to my straight, black locks. This little ritual has become a delightful obsession of mine.
When she draws her self-portrait, she always chooses the Burnt Sienna crayon to create whimsical curls around her stick-figure face. As she reaches for the black crayon to depict my hair, I can’t help but smile.
Despite our shared traits—like her knack for correcting my grammar and her love for Dr. Seuss books—people often see only our differences. I’m Chinese, with brown eyes and a round face, while she has a fair complexion, hazel eyes, and that bouncy, curly hair that captures the attention of strangers.
People’s gazes invariably shift from her to me, as they try to piece together our connection. Compliments about her hair quickly turn into the familiar, frustrating question: “Are you her mother?”
This is perhaps the reality of having biracial children—our physical differences open the door for others to question our family bond. It can be maddening.
Have you ever experienced that relentless need to prove where you belong?
My partner, Michael, comes from a Nordic lineage. With his striking blue eyes and wavy, golden hair, I knew our kids would likely resemble him more than me. While there’s no scientific backing for this assumption, it’s a common observation among friends who have ventured into interracial relationships. I even quoted a Public Enemy song about the power of minority genes to lighten the mood.
“It doesn’t matter as long as they look like you,” Michael reassured me, sealing our decision with a loving glance.
When our son, Leo, was born eight years ago, he arrived with those bright blue eyes and golden hair. In a moment of triumphant joy, Michael couldn’t help but celebrate, convinced he had won the genetic lottery. Public Enemy didn’t have it right after all.
Then came the comments. While shopping, strangers would gush over my Nordic baby before inquiring if I was his nanny. At the park, an upscale mom praised my parenting and curiously asked for my daily rate. I was so taken aback that I replied, “I’m not a prostitute!” It seemed more rational than questioning my role as a mother.
Do you know what it feels like to constantly defend your place?
It can make you feel small, as if your family’s existence defies the conventional image of what a family should look like.
Initially, I would shyly confirm my children’s heritage, explaining, “Yes, their dad is white, and I’m not sure why they don’t look like me.” However, by the time my daughter, Mia, arrived, I’d developed a thick skin.
Mia’s curly hair required an entire regimen of care, which I learned from countless YouTube tutorials. In the beginning, I washed it nightly and attempted to tame it each morning, resulting in an adorable but chaotic tumble of curls.
So, let’s revisit the family portrait: there’s me, the Chinese mom; Michael, the Nordic dad; our son Leo; and Mia, with her dandelion-like hair. We don’t quite fit the Norman Rockwell image.
As the comments and inquiries continued, I became more comfortable responding. “Yes, these are my children. I gave birth to them, and I have witnesses.” On good days, I’d share my family’s background to help others expand their concept of family.
Other times, I’d challenge them directly: “So what? Why do you ask?” Because pointing out differences often serves to diminish someone’s identity.
Occasionally, the inquiries are innocent, mere conversation starters. In those cases, I keep it simple. “We are a family. We may not look alike, but our love is undeniable.” The next time you see a family with varied skin tones, hair textures, or eye shapes, consider celebrating their unity instead of questioning their bond.
As a mother of biracial kids, I long to hear that we are a beautiful family, perfect in our own unique way.
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In summary, navigating the complexities of being a parent to biracial children can be challenging, especially when faced with assumptions about family bonds. Our love transcends appearances, and it’s essential to recognize and celebrate the diverse forms families take today.
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