Honestly, I can't really connect with that title. Both my parents being African-American, I grew up appreciating and acknowledging black history to its fullest. In fact my mother was a history teacher so I was raised learning about world history. Through my faith and religious upbringing as a Muslim, I was exposed to many different cultures and ethnic ways of life. Many of which I have adapted and in return have enriched my life completely.
Having a mixed house has made it my personal priority in continuing to expand cultural appreciation in the simplest ways possible. Creating ways to further expose my kids to different languages, traditions, and food is always a positive. I feel very lucky to live in the very diverse San Francisco Bay Area where you can get a little bit of everything. Like Pho with the Pham’s one day, Indus (the best Indian food in Berkeley) the next, and of course my homemade chicken soup for the soul to keep us happy and healthy.
I never fully understood why a person would choose to deny their own culture, race, or ethnicity. For me it has only added to my life experiences. I don’t know exactly what my children’s future experiences will be as mixed kids, but right now it is simple. Yes, they are mixed. 100% of their mama and their daddy. So, I guess I can relate to that title after all. We all can.