Misconceptions 

Let me be clear, this blog is strictly for venting tonight.

I have a 9 and 11 year old and both of my children are biracial.  I’d like to address common misconceptions that I hear often and frustrate the shit out of me.  If these offend you good, because they offend me too.

1. “So you only date black men?”  – No dumb ass, I’ve dated black men, and white, and Mexican, and whoever the FUCK I want.

2. “Your kids really should be in a more diverse school” – Why?  Ohhhh, they’ll feel more accepted.  Interesting… Hm… So it’s impossible for a community to accept two children that don’t “look” just like there’s?  Personality, character, and kindness mean nothing then.  I’ll be sure to remind my kids of that. 😒

3. “How can you live in a community so small and country with biracial kids?”  😂😂😂. Shut up.  Really?  

4.  “Your kids are so beautiful, most mixed kids are so handsome or pretty” – well congratulations to my “mixed” kids for being good looking.  Nevermind that they are simply beautiful.  Or maybe I should tell them how beautiful their whatever race child is, ya know most kids of their race are usually ugly. 

5.  “Did he have a big dick”. – I shit you not… I have heard that nonsense.  I don’t know how to respond so I usually just throat punch the person for such an ignorant comment.

6. “Do they have the same dad”. – Frankly that’s none of your business but “let’s make it interesting” and just say well I’m not really sure… I mean I think…I mean he was cheating on me so … So there was this one night .. At band camp. 

7. “What do they identify with”. Say what?!  What does that even mean….they identify with being human, as my son would tell you “he’s a person not African American or Hispanic”

8. “Your daughter got that good hair” – ok.  Thanks I guess.

9. “I’m not surprised you’re raising them alone” – oh your not?  Well I was because I was seeing more then an ethnicity and statistic, just a man, and your not.  Go ahead, tell me more.

10. What are their names… Say that again… How do you pronounce one more time  … Ohhhh that’s nice…. – I’m done.

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Red means stop…STOP!!

And green means go.  Yellow means slow down or for some people it means speed up.  Slow kids playing usually means slow down there are kids playing or for the smart ass in some of us it means hey there’s a slow kid playing somewhere around here.  Speed bumps are usually indicative of an area where slow speed is required.  There’s crosswalks, stop signs, speed limits, etc….the list goes on and on.  

Most importantly there is look both ways.  

But what if when you look both ways you don’t see what I see.  What if your brain doesn’t remind you to always look both ways?  Maybe it told you to look left but not right.  Maybe it didn’t tell you to look at all.  How about when you look and you see the first car but not the second.  When for you all you can think about is how to get to the other side, what’s over there, and how badly you want it.  When the most important thing to you isn’t that second car behind the first one but how fun it will be when you get across the street to grandmas who’s got your favorite candy on the table, or JJ’s who wants to show you his new Pokemon, or nothing at all just that the sky is blue, skittles are in my pocket, I like the ninja turtles, look at me now, my side hurts, my bike is awesome, hope my mom gets home soon, should I cut my hair, school isn’t fun, BOOM!!!
— For the fifth time my son has almost been hit by a car.  Ironically we were on the way to his psychiatrist appointment to discuss his aspergers tendencies and ADHD.  As I cried and yelled about the importance of looking for cars he just wanted to figure out how to help me stop crying.  

He’s 9.  He deserves the chance to see everything the world has to offer him and what God has in store for him.  He’s everything to me.