I am a brown-skinned Asian woman with a white-skinned 16-year-old biological daughter. The word "biological" is a conscious inclusion because very often it doesn't occur to people that she is my daughter.
In shops we are asked whether we want to pay together. In restaurants we are asked whether we want separate bills. No offence is meant or taken but these are, at the very least, strong snapshot summary points of my lived experience in the 21st century, where discussions about race and multiculturalism do not encompass the genetic mixing of races.
When pregnant I was naïve about the complexity of bringing up a mixed race child. My very early years of mothering were monochromatic. The trigger point occurred when I was first asked about my "nanny job". A Brown skinned woman with a White child? It was as if child-rearing that involved two contrasting skin colours could only be done for monetary purposes.
After that incident, which was a foreteller of similar questions being asked of me, I started to incorporate a cultural dimension to my mothering to get my little girl to recognise her mixed race heritage. This involved a game where I, Tamil by origin, would pretend to be a wolf that chased her because it wanted to play with half-Tamil children. Stories at bath time were about elephants, magic and faraway places.
Despite those cultural moments she did not fully understand that her physiology was mixed race. I discovered this when she came home from school during her Reception year and told me that she and her friends had been playing a game whereby they had clasped their palms, shaken their heads from side to side while uttering the words, "Goodness Gracious Me".
I tried to explain why this was wrong (under any circumstances it would be wrong). She insisted that she could not be half Indian because her skin was White. People with my skin colour were 'others' to her. I could not fault her because society thinks in terms of Black/Brown or White.
As the years have gone by, more and more layers of complexity have been added to my parenting. Society does not expect her to be brought up in an Asian manner. Her skin colour determines how she is treated and that is as a White girl. Often it feels as if a cultural battle is taking place within our home.
There is an imperceptible pressure on my mothering to conform totally to a White-dominated cultural practice. While I respect this dominant culture I do wish that I could impart more than a flavour of my Asian heritage in my parenting. My sentiments, though, are rather Utopian. My life as an Asian woman has been sometimes marred by both unconscious bias and straight-out racism. Quite often I have been thankful that my daughter will never be subjected to this. Parenting a mixed race child heavily involves paradoxical thoughts.
In a similar vein I am pleased that my daughter won't have to experience the five following things:
1. Turning up for an interview where the employer has a wrong preconception of her being a white person because her name suggests so and then to look visibly shocked throughout the interview as if she was an imposter.
2. After a major terrorist incident, no matter where in the world it has occurred, having people look at her suspiciously as if she were somehow complicit in terror inflicted by brown people; or to have people get up from their seats on the tube or bus because she has sat down next to them.
3. Being in a group composed of ethnic minorities who are dining in a restaurant and having a laugh at normal decibels but still have people look at her in disgust as if she has not learnt the etiquette of Western ways.
4. Having shop assistants say to her in a loud voice, "Can I help you?", and then look suspiciously at her as if she cannot afford the prices of their goods on sale.
5. Being treated as if she has got where she has as a token when she has achieved things through her own hard work and merit.
In my perfect world there would not be a presupposed link between skin colour and a particular culture and people like me would be able to parent a fusion of cultures that would be seen to be the norm.
This post was previously published on the FWord site when I was the guest blogger for March 2016: https://www.thefword.org.uk/2016/03/that-white-skinned-girl-is-my-daughter/