Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Mommy, Our Hair Is Different.

Being the Mom of children of a different race than my own means the random conversations that I have with my kids can be a little different.  This morning was no exception.

I was doing Lizzie's hair and she said "My hair is different from yours, Mommy."

I said, "Yes, your hair and my hair are a little different.  But, both are pretty."

She nodded and added, "My skin is brown and your skin is white."

Searching for the right words, I said "That's true.  We're a little different, but that's ok.  We're still family.  That's what matters."

Then, I added, "We're the same on the inside."

She seemed to like that and, happily, said "Yeah!  You're a little brown on the inside, Mommy."

Well, that wasn't exactly what I meant, but I figured, what the heck, I'd go with it.

So, I said "Yeah, and you're a little white on the inside, right?"

She then looked at me, like I was completely out of my mind, laughed, and said "Nooo!"

And, that was the end of our random, but meaningful, conversation of the day. :)

I know that this is not the last conversation that we'll have about this and I might be feeling a little overly optimistic, but, I can't help but think that she's going to be ok. :)

On an official side-note.  Brian and I recently joined a gym, in hopes of getting in better shape.  So, I started a blog about my adventures of working out.  It's not really meant to be inspirational, I just thought it might be fun to document my antics. :)
If anyone's interested... :)


  1. Hi I've been following your blog for a while as I try to get my husband to agree to foster adopt. Anyway. Your post reminded me of this Sesame Street clip.

    Best wishes,
    Donna Corbett

    1. I had forgotten about that clip! Thanks, I'll have to show it to Lizzie. :) Thanks for following my blog and good luck with your husband! :)