Yegs has been playing basketball like crazy these days. First it was every Saturday then this tournement started and it feels like we’ve been gone almost every evening. Sadly, they lost the other night. But happily, we are now home in the evenings! <wink>
While we were sitting on the bleechers at the last game, a group of little girls sat around Glory. They were probably about 15 feet away from us and I kept my “side-head” eye on them. Something seemed kind of odd so I went over and introduced myself. One girl was 6 and the other two were 7.
“Where is her daddy?”, one girl asked. “She doesn’t have a daddy. She has 2 mommies.” “Is she adopted? When she gets older can she see her daddy?”
Hence, a conversation took place that I think we’ll have a thousand more times.
I went back & sat with Cristy but watched them compare their color of hands, color of bellies. I watched them touch her hair and tell her she was from A-f-r-i-c-a – likes she speaks a different language or is hard of hearing.
Why did this bother me so much? I read and re-read books & articles about kids with gay parents – transracial families, etc and I’m so intimidated by this conversation between my baby and other little girls? Get a grip! I know. I guess I’m just weirded out that I was so guarded and … “weirded out”.
Glory is a strong willed girl. I have no doubt she’ll be able to hold her own. But I do worry about living in a place where most kids look different and the kids(including her) are always going to be curious about that. I just want to be better prepared so I can better prepare her.