Last night, the girls and I headed out to Wally World for a couple of items while Jack was in karate class. I needed something for my phone and asked for help. The lady was very pleasant and quite helpful. She glanced at my girls, and said, "Aww", which I was sure was referring to their cuteness.
(You have to understand that now that I am a seasoned parent, my kids do not always look great when we head out. Ivy is growing like a weed, so her pants are usually too short. Plus, she never dresses for the weather. Eva, of course, is always wearing camouflage and a Marine t-shirt, along with her hunting boots, and/or a hat with her uncombed hair . Joy always looks the ragamuffin part with her hair a mess and a sneaky grin on her face at all times, a coat hanging off her shoulders.)
So, initially, I wasn't getting the lady's "Aww", but that was okay. I continued making my decision about my purchase, then the lady said, "They match!". I turned around, looking embarrassed at the way my girls were dressed. Then I looked back at the lady and said, "Match?" She replied, "Yes, they match!" I turned around, stunned, because obviously, I slowly figured out, she was referring to their ethnicity, not their clothing.
Really? If I had brought in my 3 biological children, I would never have gotten that comment. I didn't just pick them up out of a line-up and think, "Wow, these girls will look great together as sisters because they almost "match" each other. They were orphans. No family. No love. They walked into a store with their Caucasian mother and helped her pick out an iphone accessory and some hair gel for big brother. Afterward, they went to Wendy's for a chocolate frosty on a cold, windy night.
Welcome to my family blog. I have been married to Mike for over half of my life. I love my Savior, Jesus. I am a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom to six terrific, interesting children. My 3 oldest were born to me in my younger years, while my 3 youngest were given to me by God in my older years. I am very blessed. ~Cheri