They didn’t grow in my belly, I was repeated one evening as I put my kids to bed after seeing our likeness in the mirror. It’s funny since I tend to forget that they were accepted. They are just my kids to me.
I am the white mother of three beautiful brown-skinned children. The outside world notices our changes, even though I hardly ever reflect them. People frequently stare at us when we enter stores or restaurants. I decide to think it’s because of attention in or respect for our family.
We went to a restaurant last summer after expenditure the day at the beach. An older man continued to look at us. My prevention augmented as I wished for a meal that didn’t need extra care. Then he came over. “You have such a wonderful family,” he said, nodding at me and trembling my husband’s hand while desperate. Tears flowed down my face as he left.
We don’t match on the outside my daughter uses both brown and peach crayons in her sketches. My youngest wrinkles his nose like me, and she laughs like me. However, we have dissimilar skin tones. The saying “love is colorblind” is not one that I pledge to. I believe that love knows, honors, and rejoices color. Our family ethos includes that.
We discuss variety openly in our home. When my daughter comments, “Mommy, your green eyes are stunning,” I respond, “And your brown ones are, too.” We standard our shelves with books worship adoption and cultural heritage, and we keep Band-Aids in all skin tones. From the dolls my daughter plays with to the language we teach our children so they can arrogantly discuss our family, demonstration matters.
Our foster son had only been with us for a few weeks when he was asked by a dissimilar child at the park, “Why is your mom white and you’re russet?” “Families don’t have to match to be a family,” he said without unwillingness. Love is what unites a intimate. Pride occupied my heart.
I see the children I prayed for and fantasized of when I look at them, not the differences. I sometimes fall in love with our special story again after taking a quick look in the glass.
We might not appear to be alike to the outdoor world. In our hearts, however, we are a faultless match in the most important ways.
