The Life Of A Single Mommy

Justice is a wonderful gift from God.   God gave him life inside my womb and molded and made him perfectly in His eyes.  Yet, Justice isn’t Caucasian and he isn’t African-American either, he is the miracle of two bodies intertwined together, two different colors, and one wonder of life - my biracial child.

I, myself am Caucasian and the father of my son is African-American.  I want my son to grow up proud of who he is.  I am the only parent raising my son and he only knows his family that is Caucasian. Even though he is only being raised by his Caucasian mother, I want him to grow up knowing his heritage on both sides.  I can’t change the fact that he isn’t being raised by both parents, but I can make sure that he knows where he came from.

Being a mother of a biracial child isn’t an easy task.  I see the way people look at me and my son.  I can see in their eyes whether they approve or disapprove.  People who I thought were my friends, are no longer my friends.  People who I felt were like family let it be known that I wasn’t welcome anymore.  It’s funny how having a biracial child can totally change your life and the people around you.

I hear people talking all the time about “white girls” hooking up with “black guys”.  I’ve had people come up and talk to me about it.  They forget that my son is biracial and then make comments like that.  I ignore it, it’s all you can do, ignore ignorance and let God open their eyes.  I can’t change how other people perceive me or my child, only God can do that.

We are all God’s children, no matter what race we are, no matter what color our skin is or any other characteristics we may possess.   No one has ever chose their skin color or genetic code, God chose it for us.  So, there is no need to make a person feel different or try to make them feel ashamed of their ethnicity.  Be proud of who you are and where you came from.  Be proud of the race that your parents are because you are a part of them.  Whether your parents were from the same ethnic group or not, be grateful for who you are.

© 2009 LaDawn Cossey