“Is she yours?” – A stranger asked the question. Someone I had never met before. And of course, she was talking about Gooner.
Throughout the first year of Gooner’s life I HATED this question, or questions like it. I GAVE BIRTH to her, give me some credit strangers! For some reason it hurt my feelings that they thought I got her from somewhere. It made me mad when folks wondered where I’d gotten her or what she was mixed with. I responded with witty comments like “her father.”
Anyway, at Q’s soccer game this week I was asked, while hugging Gooner, if she was mine. And for the first time it didn’t matter to me at all. I responded with, “Of course.” And moved on. It just didn’t seem to matter where I got her. I saw the situation for what it was – a woman wondered what a white woman was doing with a brown kid. And it was ok. She was just curious. It doesn’t really matter. I don’t need to allow my feelings to get hurt because someone is curious. How ridiculous is that?
PS. Q. told me that he is doing a special Valentin’s Post on Monday. I can’t imagine what he will say so I’m excited to read about it as well!