Race to which...Ethnicity?

I am biracial, (white, black, and a skosh of Native American.) I have never felt that I've been more one race than the other or even wanting to be more of one than the other. I'm both, and I'm proud of that. Over the years I have been mistaken for Latina, Hawaiian, etc. Here are some stories.

My first story comes from a donut shop. I was probably about 12 or 13, staying with my dad for the weekend, and we went to get breakfast. (They have some of the BEST donuts, so I was incredibly excited.) I genuinely don't remember how we started discussing the topic of my race, but more specifically my mom's. The donut man hilariously went back and forth with me about my mom actually being Latina. Both my dad and I kept saying she was white, but he was not having it. We left it as an agree to disagree moment.

Second story also happened with my dad. I was around 16 at this time. At the time, my mom and I were living in my childhood home in the middle of a cul-de-sac. (Promise this information is relevant.) We had incredibly aware neighbors on the left side of us. We had a heavy, rot iron door on the outside of our actual front door, it was very loud as well. Ok so, I would ride with my dad while he worked, and I sometimes bring Rusty. (My first rescue, read story if you haven't.) Rusty was a runner. After our trip, I got the sweet boy out of the car, he immediately took off. My father and I went to wrangle him. Once we finally got him, we were having trouble opening the rot iron door. We then got it open, put him inside, problem solved. Later on, my mom received a text from our neighbors. His words were, "A man and possible Hispanic woman (me) were trying to break into the house." At first, my mom was concerned, then we talked, and then realized he was talking about what happened earlier. When my dad and I were trying to get Rusty back into the house and were having hard time. We laughed so hard!

My final story is pretty short. This one happened with just my mom at my old dance studio. We were discussing about all these stories above while I was taking a break between classes. One of the dance moms literally said she thought I was mixed with Hawaiian. Now, she knew what my mom and dad both looked like. I understand that one ethnicity doesn't look a specific way, but my mom is definitely not Hawaiian. Honestly, this should have been a story about my mom's ethnicity.

Well, there you have it, I guess I am a confusing jumble. I am black and white no matter what the donut man says. Hope you enjoyed and hope to read your stories in the comments. Until next time. Bye!

Lesson Learned: Don't judge a book by its packaging.