Raising My Biracial Babies While Living in Vermont


Raising kids is tough. Give birth to a child who is biracial or mixed race in Vermont, and things get a little more interesting.

I’ve always been filled with questions. I question the weather, my relationships, myself as a mom, as a wife, as a friend, my insecurities, my religion, my political stance, my education, partner, sense of self, and so on. Life tends to be one big question for me, and as I have yet to meet anyone who has lived twice, it seems like we are all trying to survive and thrive at this thing called motherhood. Becoming parents for the first time is a scary, exciting, and wonderful new journey. Strangers notice your growing belly and ask when you are due, if you know the gender, and how you are feeling. Generally the questions are pretty basic and easy to answer. Give birth to a biracial child, and the questions tend to get a little more diverse. 

Despite living in the 21st century, a time when there is growing diversity, a multitude of ethnic backgrounds and differences congregating in every coffee shop, mall, and workplace, ignorant yet naive questions continue to be asked.

Questions about my biracial kids puzzle me.
The questions people ask puzzle me

As if being a first time mom isn’t difficult enough, I was not anticipating having to field never-ending questions about my biracial child’s race and ethnicity.

As a new mom, I was just trying to find my way in this new life. I was utterly exhausted, with milk-filled breasts, aches and pains from giving birth, not knowing what day it is, or when I last had a decent meal, or when I last showered. I remember yearning for sleep, yet wanting to be out in the public feeling normal. Wanting to go for a walk, but not knowing how far I could make it. Trying to do everything I did prior to giving birth, but my body telling me to slow down and take it easy. All of this and so much more is what all new moms deal with. What not all new moms deal with are questions that come if you are a Caucasian women with a biracial (in my case, white mom and black dad) baby. From day one, I was dealing with random questions and comments from strangers such as, “Wow, that hair, what are you going to do with it?” and, “She is so tan, do you use sunscreen?” Or, “ She is so cute, where did you get her from?”

I remember wishing I could think fast enough to have a really great, witty comeback,  such as, “Well, she came from my uterus.” Unfortunately, I was sleep deprived, lacking coffee, and too perplexed  to say anything other than, “Oh, she is mine.” You see, living in Vermont- which is a beautiful, yet small melting pot of backgrounds, races, cultures and diversity, I hadn’t given much thought about how outsiders would view me being married to a black man from Africa, and had given even less thought to what it would be like to raise biracial children.

I will never forget the one day that I sat at a restaurant eating my lunch with my baby on my lap, with two close friends. We were sitting, eating, talking, and I was fully enjoying my maternity leave. There was a large table of older women also enjoying their meals, and conversing amongst themselves. To my surprise, one woman approached our table, commented how adorable my daughter was, and began a 10-minute spiel explaining how her son was adopting a child from Africa. She told us about the long process and mishaps he and his wife had experienced during their adoption process, but how excited she was that they were all going to be making it back to the United States soon.

She then asked, “Where did you get your daughter from? What adoption agency did you use?”

The three mouths at the table dropped, and the woman mumbled a fairly immediate apology for suggesting my daughter was adopted, and how in this day and age people are having all sorts of “colors” of kids, and she should just learn to not say anything. We exchanged quick smiles, and she walked away, embarrassed.

My two biracial daughters know exactly where they are from, and how they were brought into this world.

They know that I was born in California, moved to Vermont when I was so young I call myself a native Vermonter. They know their dad is from Zimbabwe, Africa, and although he is a citizen of the United States, calls himself a Zimbabwean. They are proud to call themselves American-Zimbabwean. Should anyone ask why they don’t have white skin, or why their hair is so curly, they have the confidence to answer those questions with knowledge and pride for their heritage.

my biracial daughters understand their mixed ethnic and racial heritage.

So, to those who have asked personal and sometimes invasive questions, please know that I am going to try my best to tame that curly hair and make it as beautiful as I can, and yes, I do use sunscreen. Even though my girls are lucky enough to have beautiful golden brown complexions, I certainly want to do my job to prevent skin cancer. To those who have asked where my babies came from, I would like to say if you don’t know where babies come from, may I suggest sex. ed. class? And perhaps a gentle reminder that what transpires within my marriage is none of your business.

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I was born in California, and moved to Vermont when I was two, so I consider myself a native Vermonter. Married to one heck of a guy, Kelvin, who deals with all my crazy shenanigans and almost always goes along with my off the wall ideas. We live in Jericho with our two daughters, Munashe age 9, and Kuziva age 5. In life before kids, I worked in the non-profit sector working in public schools with children and families. These days you can find me chauffeuring, playing, cooking, gardening, attempting to run, cleaning or spending time with family and friends. Family time is key, and we strive to have as much play time as possible. Traveling, skiing, hiking, swimming, and eating maple creemees are some of our favorite activities. Personally, I love setting goals, writing lists, reading, gardening, organizing and dreaming of far off lands.


  1. Thank you so much for this! Its hard to find parents of biracial children in our community who know how it feels to be on the receiving end of such hurtful questions. I too wish I could think of witty comebacks when I’m faced with similar questions, but I am so appalled at the time, I always back down. I raise my son to be proud of who he is and it pains me that I have to teach him (at age five!) how unkind other people can be. Then I am left with questions myself. Why can’t everyone see my kiddo for who he is and stop focusing on his skin tone and hair like he’s an oddity. It always amazes me that I get the most questions from people at his school and my workplace. “Is he your biological son?” – that was the latest question asked by a staff member at his school(!). How dare anyone ask anyone that? Its 2018, not 1918.

    • Hi! Thank you for your comment, and I am sorry to hear you get the same questions. It is so frustrating, although semi-comical at the same time. My girls have heard some comments, and they are always so confused. Hopefully we are all helping educate others! Stay strong mama!

  2. When people ask me where I got my bi-racial daughter from, I always answer “my uterus”. They have no idea how to answer that one! I wish it could say it has only happened once, but It has happened frequently. Along with comments asking my daughter where her mom is – when I am standing right next to her! No one ever questions my husband when he is out and about with her – they always assume he is her biological dad.

  3. I really enjoyed reading this. It’s a subject close to my heart because I am raising a biracial child. We celebrate his curly hair and his gorgeous mediterranean skin and I’ve definitely received a lot of questions about him, especially his gorgeous hair! I just tell people that he gets his hair from his dad (because my hair is limp and straight (sigh)).Thank you for your leadership in writing about this. I want to share a great podcast on a related topic which I hope you will enjoy.http://longestshortesttime.com/episode-116-how-to-not-accidentally-raise-a-racist/

  4. What a great blog Nicole! ?

    You are an amazing person and mother… Truly a beautiful person with a beautiful family.

  5. Your girls are beautiful! Unfortunately there are situations like you experienced. People just don’t realize how ignorant they sound. The US is just behind when it comes to interracial marriages, people in other countries don’t even react to this as anything unusual. I personally would have some great responses ready for people like this woman. I believe it all starts with how you raise your children. Parents are responsible for raising children without judging others. My daughter is a single parent. When she sent her son to daycare, she taught him that some people have two dads, two moms and sometimes only one parent. He is a wonderful loving nonjudgmental young adult today. I’m sure your daughters will be the same way. There was a story recently about two little boys who were best friends. One was white, the other black. The white boy wanted his hair cut into a buzz like his friend and both were convinced that their teacher wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. Children don’t see color, they are taught!!!!!

    • HI Beryl. Thank you so much for our kind words. Sounds like your daughter is raising an incredible young man. Teaching diversity in every sense is so important as parents, and not everyone can see that. My girls are colorblind and I wouldn’t want it any other way!
      And yes, I saw that post and loved it! Thanks again for sharing

  6. As an adoptive mom (even though you are not), I feel where you’re coming from. People ask all kinds of invasive, personal, sometimes downright odd questions but, as annoying as it is, I try to always remember that most of these people are well-meaning, if very misdirected. When I meet someone in your situation, I always wish that they would feel comfortable saying “this is my child; my husband is from Zimbabwe” or whatever, instead of a snappy retort. No, it’s not fair that we need to give personal responses in order to educate strangers and normalize all the various situations that exist in the world, but if we don’t, who will? I’d rather send them out into the world with some education (and the knowledge that they should think before they speak) than to leave them ignorant.

    • Hi there! Thank you for your comment and perspective. I agree with you regarding educating others, and I do also agree that people are well intentioned. I have found myself sharing that my husband is from Zimbabwe and they are our kids, its just sometimes the way people ask the questions are what baffles me! Again, thank you for sharing and I will certainly try harder to do more educating when put into these situations!

  7. Great information for EVERYONE! I’m sorry that you’ve had to endure such bizarre situations but your post was very entertaining and shocking! Looking forward to reading more adventures!


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