My Grandma Was Right
As much as I hate to admit it, I think my grandmother was (partially) right about biracial children. When I was a teenager, Grandma was concerned that my future children would have trouble adjusting because they wouldn't fit into the black world or the white world. When my first child was born in 1992, being biracial wasn't quite the same big deal as it was when my grandmother was having babies.
I decided to raise my child as a biracial woman. She knew both sides of her family and never had to decide whether she was white or black. She learned the word "mixed" on her first day of kindergarten. As she got older, she found that she got along better with white girls. As an adult, most of her girlfriends are white. She says black girls/women don't like her. My oldest son is the opposite. Black women love him to death. White women are indifferent to him. Me and my husband warned him that would happen so he was prepared.
My older children have adjusted well. They haven't had the problems my grandmother was sure would plague them as they grew up. My ten year old son though, is the one my grandmother must have been talking about. My son has very fair skin and a head full of curly red hair. He is a little bit darker than the white kids but nowhere close to as dark as his older brothers and sisters. He is struggling to fit in and I feel really bad for him.
He recently started at a new school and he hasn't been able to find any kids who share his interests. He is into Pokemon and Minecraft but the kids at his school aren't. I've noticed him changing the way he speaks. He sounds a lot more "ghetto" than he did before we moved here. I don't like it but I'm not making an effort to get him to stop because he's obviously trying to fit in with the other kids.
I'm looking into some options for him. One is online schooling because I've gotten three calls from the assistant principal in the month and a half since he started at this school. Another option is the nearby Catholic school. I need to check the tuition prices there and see if we can fit it into our budget. I'm signing him up for spring soccer and I'm hoping he can make some new friends there.
My grandma never met my youngest son but she knew so much about how his life would be more than 10 years before he was even born.
Image Credit » personal photo of six of my children