Mr. Mushy, the Kids, and Another Lesson in Race/Color

So I  let the kids meet Mr. Mushy.  It’s usually a rule for me to wait three months (most don’t last that long), but since I see Mr. Mushy three to four times more than all of the men I’ve ever dated, I figured he’d met the time requirements.  It went pretty smoothly.  I was surprised that he wasn’t overly nice or accommodating.  Which blew Maya’s hope of me finding a guy that will give her whatever she wants.  Ant was his usual sweet, adorable self.  **I am very proud of my well adjusted happy kids.  I give a finger to all those people who say single mom’s are source of all the unhappiness in the world.**   

A few days later, Ant and I were in Wal-Mart and we passed by a black girl and her very light-skinned companion and Ant said, “why is that black girl with that white guy” in a very flippant manner.  Hmmm, I thought for a second.  The guy was as light as Mr. Mushy and the only other person he’d seen me with was the very dark-skinned Jamaican .  He’s never asked me about the difference in skin color of Mr. Mushy and I, but I figure this was his way of asking me why I was with such a light/white guy so I had to tell him that there is nothing wrong with a black lady and a white guy (I probably should have pointed out he wasn’t white).  “It’s normal,” I reiterated.  (it’s not really but it is quickly becoming that way!).  I also reminded him of how he used to like the little blonde girl last year in his class.    “Oh,” he said.   

It’s weird, I know he sees all of the white women with black men at his school but there are no black women with white men at his school and he’s noticed the difference and seems to think the reverse is unnatural/not normal.

P.S. I’m not doing nanowrimo this yeah, but I am gonna try to do nanoblogmo (write a blog post everyday for the month of November) I’ve already missed a couple of days, but I’m still gonna try to stick with it.