My bi racial baby
Andy is a year old and walking and soon talking (hopefully) and all around just geting to be a bigger BOY!!
I must admit that I'm quite nervous about raising him in this world. It seems so much different then the one where I was raised though the only thing that has changed is time, I suppose.
One thing that really really really really worries me is his race.
I am hispanic (that's what I prefer to be called).
His father is white.
It would seem that Andy would at least have some of my darker traits but NOPE, he is my fair skinned, auburn haired, milk chocolate brown eyed baby.
To tell you the truth he looks nothing like me.
And I'm okay with that.
What I'm not sure about is how he's going to grow up and the rising conflict of races in America. It's especially bad here in the south where people automatically assume I speak spanish and he isn't my child!! What am I, the nanny!?
No, seriously, when I was in Kentucky someone asked me if I was the nanny and how long I had been caring him.
I want Andy to grow up and be proud of who he is. I want him to eat tamales on New Years Eve and go out for ice cream on Cinco De Mayo and maybe even learn spanish which is something his mother cant.
I'm not saying that I dont want him to relate to his southern Oklahoma roots!
I just want him to know where his family comes from and accept it.
Thats all.
And I'm going to try my hardest to teach him that diversity is a wonderful thing and should be cherished.
I must admit that I'm quite nervous about raising him in this world. It seems so much different then the one where I was raised though the only thing that has changed is time, I suppose.
One thing that really really really really worries me is his race.
I am hispanic (that's what I prefer to be called).
His father is white.
It would seem that Andy would at least have some of my darker traits but NOPE, he is my fair skinned, auburn haired, milk chocolate brown eyed baby.
To tell you the truth he looks nothing like me.
And I'm okay with that.
What I'm not sure about is how he's going to grow up and the rising conflict of races in America. It's especially bad here in the south where people automatically assume I speak spanish and he isn't my child!! What am I, the nanny!?
No, seriously, when I was in Kentucky someone asked me if I was the nanny and how long I had been caring him.
I want Andy to grow up and be proud of who he is. I want him to eat tamales on New Years Eve and go out for ice cream on Cinco De Mayo and maybe even learn spanish which is something his mother cant.
I'm not saying that I dont want him to relate to his southern Oklahoma roots!
I just want him to know where his family comes from and accept it.
Thats all.
And I'm going to try my hardest to teach him that diversity is a wonderful thing and should be cherished.
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