Sunday, June 2nd, 2013
2 years, 6 months.
As you commentate in the backseat in regards to the people you see on the sidewalk or driving the cars next to us, I’ve officially learned the language of “2 and a half year-old.”
I’ll hear you say, “Look at that brown man. Where’s he going?”
Or, “What about that yellow woman? She drives a truck?”
Though I was pretty confused the first several times because I was looking for the wrong physical traits, I eventually realized that when you refer to a person’s color, you’re simply talking about what color their shirt is.
At age 2 and a half, you evidently don’t see skin color like the way I’ve been conditioned to as a 32 year-old man who grew up in Alabama.
Knowing about all the segregation that took place just a couple of decades before I was born, I was constantly aware how horrible judging a person on their skin color was.
The good news is, I don’t think you’ll have to deal with this problem as much as I have throughout my life. When you were born, the American President was of both English and Kenyan descent; or as he’s often referred to, “America’s first black President.”
You were born into the least racist point in America’s recent history. (Right?) I don’t think you’ll ever be forced to see the difference in skin color the way I have throughout my life.
It’s tricky for me. I never want to make it seem like I’m truly “colorblind,” because then it takes away from the value of a person’s ethnic heritage and culture.
I suppose at some point, you’ll notice the different shades of brown that all of us human beings have; just like the way you notice what color shirts we wear.
Until then, I envy your innocence.
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Thursday, July 12th, 2012
Earlier this week I published a similarly named article about how my son looks nothing like me. And people agreed; as I have gathered from the comments.
There were some people who saw me in the shape of my son’s eyes, forehead, and potentially his nose.
Even though I felt the article was a stand-alone work, I now see the need for the sequel. Time to compare my son to his Mommy, this time around.
When people try to figure out who Jack looks like more, they by default choose my wife. I want to dissect that.
Granted, no one has ever said, “Your son looks just like your wife!”
At best, they say, “Your son sort of looks like your wife… a little bit.”
The fact that our biological son doesn’t really resemble either of us makes me think of the classic sitcom, Full House.
Sure, it was great. But it always bothered me that DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle shouldn’t have looked the way they did.
Danny Tanner was played by Jewish actor Bob Saget. And his unseen wife and the mother of his kids was a Greek-American; her extremely dark-featured brother Jesse Katsopolis made that evident.
Well, the Tanner kids sure came out vanilla.
And then to make matters worse, when Uncle Jesse and Aunt Becky had twin boys, Nicky and Alex, they were even more fair-complected and blonder than the Tanner girls.
The casting always bothered me on Full House because the kids didn’t look like they should have come from those parents.
But boy, am I one to talk.
If my wife and I were cast as parents in an 80′s sitcom, our son Jack wouldn’t be cast as our son. Unless the casting director was the same as the one for Full House.
So go ahead, help me see how Jack looks like my wife Jill.
I would have said they have similar eyes, but that was one of the few ways he resembles me, according to some.
Maybe their noses… from the front?
I agree that he will have my Italian nose when it’s all said and done.
(Though my wife is just as Italian as I am.)
When Jack was an infant, I said he reminded me of Jill’s dad, who passed away a few months after Jill and I got married 4 years ago.
Looking back through pictures from the weekend of our wedding, I found this picture of him. I still believe Jack resembles her dad; who was pretty much half-Norwegian and half-Irish.
So help me sort this out.
Does Jack look somewhat like his Mommy? And do you see the resemblance I see between my wife’s dad and Jack?
Oh, and I’ve been told several times that my wife and I could pass for brother and sister.
Even if we look alike, our son doesn’t.
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