We have always celebrated racial diversity in our family and continue to do so in the philosophy of raising our children. My son, who is now 5 and half black/white, had a scab on his knee from an incident at the local park about a year ago. He was picking at it, as i was unaware, while in the back seat of the car and began screaming and sobbing.
In shock I pulled over and quickly turned around to find him with scab in hand and wearing a look of terror. “I told you not to pick it,” I said referring to an earlier conversation regarding scabs, pain, and such. When I questioned him as to how bad it hurt his only reply was “my brown is coming off!!!!”
It took a while to convince him that being adopted by white people wasn’t going to turn him white. While this is an amusing tale, it does show how connected to his culture, and his skin, he was when we brought him home. He still looks at people of different colors with an expression of interest and sometimes asks me why there are different colors for people. I even went so far as to describe the differences between equatorial skin types and polar skin types. He then stared at me and asked “what’s the aguator?”
Thanks to Rob Adkins for submitting this story