Raising a biracial daughter
It breaks my heart to think of some of the things that my daughter has already been told and heard and she’s only 5 years old.
When my daughter was three she told me, “she wished her skin was white and her hair was straight, her skin was ugly”. I automatically got defensive. I wanted to know who is making fun of my baby.
Me my son and my daughter are 1 of 2 black families that live in a predominantly white town of 33,000 people. The daycare that she attended was a good one, but unfortunately you cannot control what the parents of the other children who attend the daycare say. They asked my daughter, why her hair was so curly, why her skin so black. It pissed me all the way off when she came home with these things.
My son and I would always reassure her that she is beautiful, and they are jealous of your beautiful brown skin and long thick curly hair. I told her every day that she is beautiful and if any one says something mean to her its ok to tell the teacher. If they say means stuff they are not your friend. Friends are nice to each other.
Today, she is 5 an thriving, we still tell her every day that she is beautiful, we travel to places that have more people that look like us and that makes her happy. Whenever we see another black person we get so happy. We will be moving to a more culturally diverse state and town, so that my children are enriched with the beauty of different people, culture in this grate beautiful world.
She knows that she is beautiful, brave, smart, clever, strong, healthy, kind and the best baby girl in the whole world. This is how I intend on continuing to raise my daughter and for raising a black son in this world has its own challenges, but same strategy applies.
I love my kids more that I have essence to explain and they are gifts to me and this world.
Raising a biracial daughter isn’t easy, but love conquers all and she has already won.
I love you baby girl.