Originally Posted by gilamama
i think it is so cute how the boy phrased his question. "a brown husband." in 2 aspects: like he is figuring out mixing paint so he knows abt white and brown, and also that you married a brown husband not a brown man. that is just to cute to me.
I'm reminded of when I was a child. My very best friend and her sister and brother-their mom was black and their dad was white.
When I first met them, I must have been about 7 years old, and I was baffled. I didn't ask them questions though, I did plow into my mom for answers.
I don't ever remember it being anything racial, I was just pretty much astonished with the whole color mixing thing, they were lighter than their mother and darker than their father. And that quote above is exactly how my brain worked back then. I thought of paint mixing. In my mind, when you mix a darker color with a lighter color, you get something in betweenish, and this is where my mind frame was at that age. My thoughts were all about the colors mixing and absolutely nothing of racial stuff. If that makes any sense. At 7, I was remember being absolutely amazed that you could mix people colors. The possibility had never occurred to me until I met them. Hard to explain how my mind worked back then.
Then I remember observing their hair. Their hair was looser curled than their mom's but curlier than their dad's. It was like I was perplexed and amazed at how they were perfect variations of "in between" between their mom's features and their dad's features.
Pretty soon, though, the middle girl and myself became best friends and it these things became the furthest things from my mind as we grew together and played together and became preteens and teens together, giggled about boys together, etc. I miss her so bad.