My brother from another mother
My family is a hotchpotch of different races. Blue eyes swept me of my feet and when I remarried I became the proud mum of three. My son from a previous marriage and my husband's two children get on well. We have a great time hanging out as an family.
I would love to say that I treat my boys the same. The truth is that I don't. My Caucasian son (oldest) does not get special instructions when we go to shows and events. As we walked to the entrance of the show, I told my coloured son (youngest): 'Stay close and when you look around the stalls keep your hands behind your back'. It is sad but I do this every time we go out to places where there is a lack of diversity.
I am not a stranger to being followed around a shop like I am a thief. I have even been refused service in shops no matter how well-groomed and well-dressed I was. It will always come as a painful shock and it always takes a while to recover. I always knew that my child would encounter it as well. As a mum you want to protect your children. As a coloured mum you also have to teach your child resilience and how to deal with the adversity that at times comes from being coloured.
I wonder what it would be like to walk in the shoes of a Caucasian person and to freely admire things without funny attitudes or remarks. I wonder if my boys ever will live in a world where everyone is truly treated equal. For now all I know for sure is that my youngest has enough resilience and kindness in him to deal with bigotry.