An interracial Family

This Memorial Weekend T and I spent a few wonderful days at our cabin. We LOVE it there. It's a place to relax and live the simple life. Something we all need from time to time. While at our cabin, our other relatives were also at their cabin, which is right down the road from ours. These family members of ours have a very diverse family. You know how it goes. . . white man marries black woman. White man and black woman have child. Child is brown. Yes, very diverse, and very beautiful I might add.

This got me thinking a lot about our own family, and the effects of adopting outside of your own race, marrying out of your own race, and the long term effects that may have on the family. T and I are very aware that we are adopting an Ethiopia child. We have seen our son, and he has the most beautiful black skin I've ever seen. (Oh, I just want to squeeze him and give him kisses everywhere!) But over the weekend I had an epiphany. Not only will Khalil be black, but when he grows up, if he chooses to have children, his children will be darker skinned also, and their children, and so on. I may be the last white person in our family. (And I apologize for my terms black and white. Really, my skin is more peach, and currently filled with lovely brown freckles. But you all get what I mean)

And then there is T. T is 100% Egyptian, and that bloodline will change as well. We'll have a daughter who is 50% Egyptian, and a son who is 100% Ethiopian. And if our daughter is blessed and wanting children someday, her children will only be about 25% Egyptian. . . unless of course she marries an Egyptian man. But you get what I'm saying.

I have no doubt that all of this "mixing" would bother some. But not me. It excites me. I see beauty in so many different colors, features, and cultures. It makes me proud that generations down the line, when I am no longer on this earth, that our family, the family T and I created, will look very different. I can't even imagine what it will look like, but I am confident it won't be the blond hair, blue eyed look of my family, or the strictly Egyptian look of T's family. We will be completely blended.

I grew up in an all white community. I remember talking about our genealolgy and going around the room and discussing our heritage. I am a bit Norwegian, Swedish, Irish, English, and German. That was the main mix of everyone in our class. Once in a while we would get someone who had Dutch or French in them, but it was mainly all western European heritage. It makes me proud to think that someday I could have a great grandchild who says, I am part Egyptian, part Ethiopian, part Irish, and part Norwegian. A unique mix, but a mix that is possible.

Some people get nervous about adopting outside of their race, and I get that. But me, I'm excited for it. I know it will not come without problems, but I'm proud that I'm able to marry outside of my race, and adopt outside of my race.

Someday, I imagine the world all some shade of brown, with much less distinction between the races.