At the park today, I’m pushing the girl on the swing. My boy was off on the play structure. The nanny pushing the boy in the swing next to us looked at me and asked in a friendly voice, “Where are you from?”
I almost immediately knew where this conversation was leading, but thought I’d wait just to be sure.
“India,” I reply, giving the untrue answer for which most people are looking. “Where are you from?”
“Ethiopia. Oh, Asia? Are you a student here or something?”
“No, I usually work but I have the week off, so I’m hanging out with the kids during the day.”
“Oh, it’s just that I don’t see many Indian babysitters around here.”
“Oh, I’m their mom,” I say with a smile, gesturing in the general direction of the play structure to indicate that there is another child of mine in the vicinity.
The woman looks at the blonde, light-skinned girl that I’m pushing in the swing and says, somewhat incredulously, “She’s your daughter?!”
Truthfully, I’ve been expecting this and am quite surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. I mean, look at us (pic from another day):
I know that nowadays families come in all sorts of mixed colors, but the general truth of darker-skinned nannies with lighter-skinned babies largely holds true at the Denver playgrounds, at least in my experience. Should I have been offended? I wasn’t, really. I have to admit to myself, though, that if the person who had mistaken me for a nanny had been a white woman, I would have been entirely offended. I’m not saying that that’s right, but it would have been true. The funny thing is, I make the exact same assumption that I don’t want people to make about me–that if I see a dark woman out with a pale baby, she must be a nanny.
This won’t be the last time this happens, I’m sure.
There was something else about the exchange that I found a little disturbing, to be honest.
I’m old enough to be slightly flattered that she thought I was a student.
What’s next? Lighting up at being carded?