This is me and my son Théoden. I guess the lighting in this photo is awful but I am a mixed chick (hence the blog) and my husband is Hispanic. Having grown up a mixed kid I do have certain fears of what my son could go through. He will be told that he isn’t allowed to call himself black, that he has “white privlige” He will be told that he isn’t Hispanic because his mom is balck. Identity is just the beginning of my worries ofcourse, this is something I can help him with that my mother couldn’t really help me with. We still live in a very racist world, maybe not as racist as it was 50+ years ago but it still exists. And Jesus. You just wouldn’t believe the shit I have experienced. From all races. We went to a water park a couple of weeks ago and one of the staff members spotted Théoden, who was standing beside me. The next thing I know my 1yo son is gone and I panic. I look around and finally see some guy walking off with my kid so I run up to take him back and the guy kind of brushes me away and says “He’s not mine, he’s lost his parents.” And I tell him that I am his mother. He looks at me skeptically and it isn’t until husband joins us that he “understands”. That’s just one of the many dozens of ridiculous things we have gone through and Théoden isn’t even 2yo yet… I am ashamed to admit that I breathed a sigh of relief when Théoden was born so fair skinned. I thought to myself “He will have it easier.” What a stupid, aweful thing to think… Anyway. Don’t know why I felt the need to post this.