By: Mia Chen
My daughter’s hair tumbles down her back in a delightful array of curls that I can’t resist fluffing into a dramatic pompadour. This fascination stems from my own straight hair, which feels like a world apart. When she draws herself, she always uses a Burnt Sienna crayon for her curls, then picks up a black crayon to depict my hair.
While we share many similarities—like her knack for correcting my grammar at four or losing herself in a Dr. Seuss book—strangers often notice our differences first. I’m Asian, with round cheeks, dark hair, and brown eyes, while she has a fair complexion, hazel eyes, and those enchanting curls. It’s as if she’s a magnet for attention, drawing curious stares that inevitably lead to the age-old question: “Are you the nanny?”
This seems to be the unspoken challenge of raising biracial children; our family’s visible differences prompt strangers to question our bond, and it can be incredibly frustrating.
Do you know what it feels like to have your belonging questioned constantly?
My husband, Erik, has a classic Nordic look—bright blue eyes and wavy hair resembling golden fields. When we decided to start a family, I felt the need to clarify that our kids would likely have more Asian features. There’s no scientific basis for this, just a collection of observations from friends who have ventured outside of same-race relationships. I even referenced the Public Enemy song, “Fear of a Black Planet,” which suggests minority genes hold a certain power.
“It doesn’t matter to me as long as they look like you,” Erik replied, and with a kiss, he sent his Viking genes to mingle with mine.
Our son, Leo, was born eight years ago, with striking blue eyes and wheat-colored hair. I’ll never forget Erik’s triumphant fist pump in the delivery room—the “victory” was his. Public Enemy was wrong.
The questions started immediately, often disguised as compliments. In the grocery store line, strangers would praise my Nordic baby and then casually ask if I was the nanny. One posh mother at the park admired how I interacted with Leo and then asked for my daily rate. I found myself bewildered; “I’m not a sex worker,” I thought. That seemed more logical than doubting my own motherhood.
Do you know what it’s like to constantly question your place in the world? It diminishes your sense of self-worth. Despite the growing diversity among our children’s classmates, the traditional image of family often remains a Norman Rockwell painting, and when a family like mine appears, it raises eyebrows.
Initially, I’d sheepishly explain, “Yes, his father is white. I’m not sure why he doesn’t look like me.” But by the time my daughter arrived, I grew tired of justifying our family.
My daughter’s curly hair required time and plenty of YouTube tutorials to master a proper care routine. At first, I washed and combed her hair nightly, leading to an impressive tumbleweed effect on her head.
So, let’s revisit the family portrait: there’s me, Asian with a round face; Erik, my Nordic husband; Leo, our son; and our daughter with her dandelion-like curls. We are not a Norman Rockwell masterpiece.
As the comments and questions about my role in the family became a daily occurrence, I learned to respond confidently. “Yes, these are my children. I carried them and was there when they came into the world. I have witnesses. And yes, I’m aware they don’t look like me.”
Sometimes, when I’m feeling generous, I share the stories of our ancestors. Other times, I challenge the question directly: “So what? Why do you ask?” What purpose do these inquiries serve, if not to diminish someone’s sense of belonging?
Occasionally, the comments are innocent, mere conversation starters. In those moments, I keep it simple and truthful: “We are a family. We may not look alike, but we love each other.”
Next time you see a family with varied skin tones, hair textures, or eye shapes, instead of questioning their bond, celebrate their unity. As a mother of biracial children, I’d appreciate hearing that we are a beautiful family, perfect in our uniqueness.
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In summary, navigating life with biracial children brings unique challenges, especially when faced with questions about belonging. While our family may not fit traditional molds, love binds us together, and that is what truly matters.
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