Last night our youngest daughter, Olivia, asked me an interesting question that I was expected to be asked by both of them.
Why do I look different?
Lately, she’s been calling me her “chocolate Mommy.” We were at the grocery store when she said it very loud, “I have a chocolate Mommy!” Of course, I’m not offended at all because a lot of kids say the darndest thing, right? When she draws a picture of me, it’s always I’m wearing a black dress and she makes sure I have a black hair while she draws herself with a purple dress (her favorite color) and a brown hair.
Olivia is always curious about everything including me. My black hair and the color of my skin. Why my skin is darker than hers, she asked one time. She insists that her daddy, herself, and her sister have lighter skin and I’m the only one who looks different. I knew this question would come up. I married a ‘white’ man that happens to be her daddy. So you know how a Filipino and American kids would look like. There are biracial kids that majority of their features are either from the father or the mother or both. Our daughters have brown hair and lighter skin. Our oldest daughter, Marie, has more of an Asian feature. My family and friends said she’s the ‘American version’ of me.
Just like many others who have biracial kids, I’m sure parents were asked this kind of question too many times. But I want to make my explanation easy for our daughter. I’m not going to tell her about everything I learned when I took Biology subject in high school. Or tell her that we get more sun in the Philippines than we get here.
We call her a “very smart” girl because the way she talks and the way she thinks is advanced for her age, 4 years old (well, she’ll be five in a couple months). I believe every child’s curiosity should be encouraged because that’s how imagination works. This is also the reason why I encourage our daughters to mingle with different kids, different people regardless of their ethnicity. I value diversity and appreciate more to learn about a certain person from different life’s background. When we learn why and how to accept others, we become more welcoming to other culture’s existence and this is one of the things that I’m teaching our daughters.
Be kind and be acceptable to others.
For our daughter I look completely different, but still, she loves me because I’m her Mommy!
I hope you’re all having a great weekend!