If you don’t know or haven’t noticed our youngest son Deacon is biracial. His first mom is white and his first dad is black. He has beautiful brown skin and great curly hair. I know I’m biased because I’m his mom, but I must say he is beautiful.
Today I had a weird moment at Chick-fil-A. A man sat down beside me in the kiddie play area and we said our cordial hello’s and I went back to half-way reading my new book and half-way watching the kids. For some reason I wasn’t in the mood to chat, so I read my book, looked up every few sentences for the kids and minded my own business.
Deacon ran over to me for a drink and when he left the man looked at me and our short conversation went something like this:
Man: He is beautiful.
Man: I always tell my mom that if I ever have another child I want them to be biracial.
Me: Oh really.
Man: Yes they are the most beautiful kids. There’s just something about them.
Me: Um. Yeah. Okay.
Is that a weird conversation to have with a man you’ve never met at the Chick-fil-A play ground? I am not one to be offended when people ooh and goo over Deacon’s skin, hair and such. It doesn’t bother me, because he is beautiful. It only bothers me when people do that as they pass by my not adopted, white, four year old child. Then it bothers me. I want both of my children to get attention for how they were created by God.
Okay back to the weird man in Chick-fil-A. Should this have bothered me? What do you think?
I know I’m guilty of this. I think Ethiopian children have the most beautiful faces and cheek bones. I think Guatemalan girls have a look in their eyes that is captivating. I think the Haitian children have beautiful skin and a great look in their eyes. I think Chinese girls have lovely round faces and great hair. You see what I mean? We’re all guilty of this. When is it overstepping the boundaries? What is stereotyping and what is just plain adoration and curiosity. I also wonder would we have these same feelings about these children if they lived next door to us with their Chinese parents, Haitian parents, Guatemalan parents, Ethiopian parents, etc., or is it easier to be intrigued by them because they live with white parents?
Tell me your thoughts.