Proud Proof

On July 3, 2012, in Biracial, by Honeysmoke

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It used to be that if someone asked me if Simone and Nadia were mine, I’d get upset.

How dare she/he/they ask such insensitive questions?

Then there was this?

A black woman wanted to know: “Where did you get them?”

Where?

I wanted to show her. Really show her.

See this tummy? It used to be flat.

These feet? They were once a half-size smaller.

This area that I won’t name over here? Not only was it a lot smaller but it used to stop moving when I did.

See this … ?

I had to stop myself before I really went there and showed her where I got my girls.

I wanted to show her, but I opted for a much cooler approach.

“I had them,” I said.

 
  • http://blasianbabynotes.blogspot.com/ Nikki @ BlasianBabyNotes

     In the beginning I use to get upset also. Now fours years later Im so over it. At this point my son can speak for himself even if people chose to ignore he looks just  like me. Now if anyone asks my answer is plain and to the point. He’s my son. I have very little to add to that. I dont even bother to get angry anymore. LOL

    • http://www.honeysmoke.com Honeysmoke

      Good for you! Thanks for stopping by. I haven’t seen you in these parts in a while.

  • Laura Majersky

    I read a blogger who answered the where did you get them question with, “My uterus.” I think a little snark and funny push back are in order when someone asks that way.

    I always wonder though, is there a right way to ask? “How did your family come to be?” “What is your family story?” If people are interested in learning about you and your family in a good way, is there a way they can broach the subject?  
    I’m thinking of people who have mixed kids themselves who want to reach out to their peer group of fellow parents and kids. (Hopefully _they_ wouldn’t open with the “What mail order kid site did you get _those_ from?” type of question.)

    • http://www.honeysmoke.com Honeysmoke

      I think if you don’t know the person well and don’t know, you shouldn’t ask. Period. Anyone who knows me for more than five minutes would know the answer to this question.