“…on the iPad I chose white and African American because, you know, Dad.” my seven-year-old told me a few weeks ago.
“Oh, you’re talking about the thing we had to answer with questions like, ‘My teacher encourages me to work hard,’” my 10-year-old chimed in.
“I chose not to answer,” the older boy said. “I thought you could only choose one… You can only choose one,” he told his brother.
“No, Mrs. K. said you can choose more than one. She gave an example about a student she had last year whose dad was black and mom was white. She said that student marked both white and African American.”
“That sounds right – you can choose more than one,” I said.
“I thought you could only choose one so that’s why I chose not to answer,” my 10-year-old said.
“If I had to choose only one, I’d choose white,” my seven-year-old said.
Another day it was the boy’s dad who inadvertently brought up the topic. “You need new ears,” he told our older son, turning his frustration into a joke. “Go to the store and get yourself the best pair of ears you can find.”
“What if they don’t match his skin color?” our younger son asked.
In a biracial family, references to racial identity do come up. Sometimes I wonder whether we’re parenting well in this area. When doubt is high, I’ve been known to go the library and pick up a book like I’m Chocolate, You’re Vanilla or Anti-Bias Education for Young Children and Ourselves. But the books don’t seem to contain any earth-shattering insights, and I’ve come to realize it’s just one more aspect of helping my sons accept themselves as they’ve been created – and helping them understand that more important than the color of one’s skin is the content of one’s character.