I could subtitle this: I Have Screwed Up and Now I Must Fix It
Today Madison had ballet class. She was so excited. The night before she danced around and clapped her hands saying, “Tomorrow is ballet!” She picked out her ballet shirt and her tutu and asked me to fix her hair just like her ballet teacher’s. (Pulled into a simply ponytail.) She said, “I’m sure I’m going to do it all by myself this time! Again and again!” She skipped across the parking lot, calling “hi!” to one of the other ballet girls on the way. She skipped into the center, stopping to say hello to the woman who staffs the front desk. She greeted her teacher with an excited, “My hair is like yours!” And then skipped into the room to say hello to the other girls. She introduced herself to one (another Maddie) and to another whose name begins with E. She much admires E.
E. was sliding around in her tights, slipping across the floor and falling in her mother’s arms. One of the other girls was trying to slip, too, only she had bare feet so they were sticking to the floor. E’s mother said, “I think that you won’t be able to slip in bare skin. Bare skin can be kind of sticky and sweaty and it’s not very slippery.” Madison — standing to the side and watching — said, “I have brown skin.”
“I know you do,” said E’s mom. “It’s so beautiful, too.”
Oh — did I mention everyone in the class is white? Except Madison? Well, they are.
Madison came running across the room and buried her head in my chest.
“I don’t want to do ballet,” she mumbled into my shirt.
She cried 3/4 of the way through the class. I stood next to her and held her hand and at one point took her out of the room because she was so beside herself. I finally — with the excellent teacher’s help — got her to skip across the room in the path of the other girls. I was standing back to the side watching her tremulous smile as she twirled her way and I started to cry. Because when I took her out of the room she said, “I have brown skin and it’s not sticky.” And I said, “Madison, all skin acts the same way whatever color it is. It is all the same. Your skin is just like mine except that we have different colors.” And she said, “But you’re still my mommy.”
When we got home and were sitting down eating lunch I said, “You know, Madison, I know that you are the only person in that ballet class with brown skin. I think that must get tiring to feel different so I think we need to find another dance class where there are other children with brown skin.”
“Oh yes,” she said. “I want a class where it is ALL childrens with brown skin.”
“I think one reason ballet class was feeling hard today is that you were feeling uncomfortable after you talked to that mommy about sticky skin. I think you were feeling different.”
“Brown skin is not sticky,” she affirmed.
“All skin gets sticky,” I told her. “Because all skin acts the same way whatever color it is. When your feet get sweaty they stick on the floor and you can’t slide around. But still, it must be tiring to be the only kid with brown skin all the time.”
She agreed that this was so and I promised her that I would find her a class where there would be lots of brown skinned girls.
I slacked off. We had our affirmative action babysitter program but then we didn’t need our babysitter’s services anymore. Than we found the preschool where there was a black teacher and brown skinned kids were in the majority but she didn’t like to be there. And so I took the easy way out because we were already running Noah around so heck, why not just sign her up there at the same rec center figuring, hey, there are some black kids here and there (most — if not all — of ‘em with white moms). No big deal. Well, clearly big deal. There are two other more diverse rec centers within close driving distance and I was just too lazy to look up the classes there. Yeah, it’s all understandable but my kid is the one who has to pay for it.
I just wish that these lessons I need to learn didn’t come at my kid’s expense.
I have two kids and a delightfully odd husband, Brett. My children are Noah (born to us in 1997) and Madison (born to her first mom, Pennie, in 2004 and brought to our family through a domestic, open adoption). They are my inspiration and also the reason I don't get more done around here.
I'm a writer and sometimes I get published, which is a nice thing. I write for joy, I write for money and when I'm very lucky, both things happen at the same time. My work appears in national publications including Yoga Journal, Disney's Family.com, Utne, Wondertime, Brain Child and Salon. Currently I am working on a book about my daughter's adoption and seeking representation for the proposal. I also own Smart Cookie Communications with my husband.
Lisa V
April 24th, 2008 at 11:36 am
Oh Dawn, I’m sorry.
Dawn
April 24th, 2008 at 11:38 am
@Lisa V:
Thanks.
Yondalla
April 24th, 2008 at 11:57 am
I understand…but you know there is a lesson she learned that she couldn’t have learned if you hadn’t “messed up.”
She learned that if she is uncomfortable in a situation she can talk to you about it, that you will understand, and you will do something about it.
And that is a pretty important lesson too.
Dawn
April 24th, 2008 at 11:59 am
@Yondalla:
It’s crazy how much the people who live in my laptop mean to me. Thanks.
abebech
April 24th, 2008 at 12:09 pm
I was about to post a comment similar to Yondalla’s. She learned that her mother is perceptive and compassionate and that she will always act on her needs. But you already know that
Ninotchka
April 24th, 2008 at 12:16 pm
I know it’s not the same but I’ve had to deal with Natalie’s concerns about being “different.” She used to come home and talk about her “tan” Latina skin vs. her friends’ “pink” Anglo- skin. And all the things that go along with it. It really got to be an issue for a very short while. And her school is plenty diverse but yeah, the neighborhood kids? Mostly white. I didn’t seek out a more diverse environment because it is what it is and she learned to deal just as I did growing up. The world is diverse! I don’t think we’re doing any disservice to our children exposing them to that no matter how bad it feels to be different sometimes. Now that she has developed trichotillomania, I think those early lessons in diversity and being “different” are more important than ever. At 11 years old, she’s a wonderfully compassionate child who makes an effort to reach out to the “underdog” and bring people together. Even when it’s not the “popular” thing to do. So really, helping her to appreciate and embrace her “specialness” has helped her in various ways in the long run, I think.
Susan
April 24th, 2008 at 1:07 pm
“Oh yes,” she said. “I want a class where it is ALL childrens with brown skin.”
Madison is so articulate. Which is so great. And you responded with total understanding and compassion. Which is fabulous. And now you are going to do something about it. Which is wonderful. It’s ALL GOOD.
Meg
April 24th, 2008 at 2:25 pm
Dawn, I’m sorry you feel like you messed up. I really liked reading how you clearly explained to Madison that her skin acts the same way as all skin does - specifically addressing her misconception. And I agree with Yondalla, this was another way for Madison to know that you are there for her, listen to her and take her seriously, and will do something to make things better for her.
Lilian
April 24th, 2008 at 3:36 pm
I really don’t know what to say except that I’m sorry and offer a virtual hug. Good thing other commenters have much more to say.
cynthia
April 24th, 2008 at 3:50 pm
I think you did an amazing job handling things in the moment, and am so impressed with how articulate she is. It says so much about her ability to make the world around her a better/ more comfortable place for her. And yes, because you are a good mom, you will now be able to do something about it.
Angela
April 24th, 2008 at 4:34 pm
Been there done that!UGH! The good thing is that she now knows you’ll “listen” to her color difference concerns and what she internalizes is that “mom is on my side and is listening when my “color” antenna comes up” (as opposed to brushing it off or telling her to suck it up) and that is worth a lot. hugs…you sure are quick on your feet when it comes to picking up after yours mistakes though…I got banged up a couple of times before I “got” it!LOL
PhoenixRising
April 24th, 2008 at 8:38 pm
So, a number of great things happened.
First, your kid told you her truth, which is that she needs to be in a crowd of people who look like her.
Then you responded in a loving and open fashion.
Next, you’re going to analyze some options and predict better choices that will meet her needs.
Aren’t you lucky?
My kid couldn’t speak when she was Madison’s age, so we had to improvise a lot. The day that she watched the excreble Disney flick ‘Pete’s Dragon’, in which Pete runs away from the kidnappers who tried to sell him to a family, for example, was a pretty long day. It lasted 27 hours. She refused to sleep or eat, so I put her in the pool and she wouldn’t swim.
I called my mom, who is a therapist working with children placed in adoption, and reported the crisis in the same self-denigrating tone you used here. And she said something that changed my life.
She explained that the losses in adoption, and in transracial adoption they are conspicuous losses, are lifelong. One side of that coin is, you can’t fix how your baby is feeling that loss today. The other side is, you will be confronted by these feelings over and over and over, as you reach each new developmental stage. So yes, you weren’t the perfect parent, but the good news is that this loss will go on as long as you’re alive and you get a new shot at addressing it every time your child grows a day older.
All of that sounds glib, I know. You know that we moved to a city in which it was possible for our child to get lost in a crowd of her ethnic peers…despite missing Ohio in all its glory, it was the least we could do. Given that there is no option for her to be ‘normal’ in my hometown, and that there is no option to connect with her first family.
So, since you have a way to address both of those needs without moving, and you have build a relationship with your kid that allows her to tell you the truth…buck up! You get another shot at it in her next phase of development, and think how this will inform you educational choices for her! This was hard, but a cheap lesson.
Gretchen aka mamagigi
April 24th, 2008 at 10:33 pm
What she said, and she said, and oh yes, what she said, too! I second all these commenters, as they’ve hit the nail squarely on the head.
Dawn, you are one of THE MOST on top of it and quick-in-the-moment mamas I “know.” And I sincerely mean this. I look to you (and my husband has been known to read how you handle certain situations, too) and we find inspiration over and over and over.
I can only hope that we can be the same solid foundation and source of comfort, strength and support for Maeve that you are for Madison.
But, my dear Dawn, you are wrong in one thing: Your post headline. Your “good intentions only go so far.” Sorry, but my day job comes out here. The editor in me has to tell you that there’s an extra word in there.
It should read: Your “good intentions go so far.”
Because they do. They go so very far. What a gift you are to each other — she trusts in you, trusts that you will understand her hurt, a hurt that, as a non-brown skinned person, you’ve not personally experienced.
It’s tremendous, your capacity to assure Madison, and her capacity to lean onto you in such a whole and true way.
Gretchen
Coco
April 25th, 2008 at 8:42 am
OH, Dawn. If every mother “messed up” as gracefully, compassionately, and thoughtfully as you (think you) did here, what a wonderful world it could be.
I think you did a wonderful thing. I know Madison will love the new class with all brown skinned childrens and I don’t think you’ve scarred her for life. Lessons can suck, but learn them we must, and it’s how we deal with the aftermath that counts the most. Another person, a less aware person, might have missed Maddie’s cues entirely. But you didn’t.
Happy Friday.
kristen
April 25th, 2008 at 7:27 pm
Check Schiller Rec Center-I know its not close but Anna is a great teacher!!! It is so easy for all of us to just see Maddie as just another one of the kids. You didn’t mess up-it would be a mess up if you didn’t take anything away from it. You are wonderful Mom for Maddie and Noah!!
Abby
April 26th, 2008 at 5:25 am
This post made me cry for all of the compassion and understanding you have for Maddie. Being willing to learn and change things speaks volumes to Maddie. You are a definitely a wonderful mother.
Louise
April 26th, 2008 at 5:57 pm
Ah, I read this earlier today, and it has stuck with me. Thanks for sharing this. Sending a big hug to you and Miss M.
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