Multiracial Families and Love Across Color Lines

Written by Alex on March 24, 2015 - 2 Comments

Our family is a multiracial one.  My wife is Black.  I am White, and our 3 year old is Biracial.

In our house, we see color, but we don’t.  What I mean by that is that we’re not these people who pretend that skin color and race don’t exist.  We see that we have different skin shades and tones.  My wife knows she’s Black as do I as does our son.  I know I’m White as does my wife as does our son.  And, our son has stated that he is White, which he bases purely on his acute powers of observation and on the fact that his skin shade is lighter even than mine.  Later in life, our son may decide he is something else, but that is for him to decide.

In the meantime, though we see each other very clearly, our feelings for one another are based solely on love (and on whether someone forgot to clean up their own mess).  Some may find this hard to believe, but it is true.  Love comes in all shades and shapes and sizes.  And, it doesn’t matter if you’re different colors by birth or by choice (for example, if you have an unhealthy attachment to tanning beds or carrot juice).

What’s interesting about loving people who may outwardly look different than you, is that you start to understand that love really is all about the insides of a person (their soul, not their guts and intestines, which are gross and disgusting and who wants to look at that mess).

So, when I look at my wife and son, I see people I love because of who they are, not what they are.  And, they love me for the same reason (that and because generally I try not to annoy them too much).

So, as we head into Spring, a time of renewal, remember — love people for who they are on the inside (except, again, of course for their guts, which are as we all recognize pretty gross).

2 Comments on “Multiracial Families and Love Across Color Lines”

  • Rob BoyteMarch 24, 2015 pm31 11:43 pmReply

    What I found interesting is working with boys at an integrated facility. They all act alike, same jokes, same mischief.

    One ran away and we had to describe him to the cops. I guess you have arrived at color-blind when you have to actually think “was he black or white?”

    • AlexMarch 27, 2015 pm31 7:28 pmReply

      Thanks for sharing that insight. All the best.

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