I refuse to force my family to be in my son’s life or make new friends because of his race.

This as been an on going battle with myself since the day I realized I loved my husband. I’m a black woman who has relatives that were members of the black panthers and NAACP. My husband and all our friends are white. Our biracial son is surrounded by white people everyday and today I thought who cares. He has two loving parents and my husband family is amazing. Mine not so much. They don’t get to be involved in life just because they’re black and may help his identity in the future. I won’t raise my son to be color blind but he will be surround by people who love him. He’s only 18 months one day I’m sure he’ll ask why I’m darker than him and his father and I’ll explain everything he can understand then. Right now, it doesn’t matter. Honestly it never matters (aside for social behaviors and other hard to explain things). I’m with my husband because I was lucky enough to be raised by an uncle that taught me racism does exist but those people are rarer than the rest of my family believes. He’s will be a black man one day but most importantly he will be a great man one day. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2P01jgi