Two nights ago, I was sitting in the living room with Keith after we had been previously discussing the kids’ birth mothers* at the dinner table.
Keith turned to me and very innocently asked,”Mom, is Stephanie adopted?”
It took me a minute or so to comprehend what he was asking, but once I did, it made me smile.
Keith was asking because he wasn’t sure if I had given birth to her.
He was asking because he simply didn’t know that Russ and I could not actually create a daughter that is black.
And while I suppose I could be concerned that my son didn’t know, instead, I can’t help but really feel like we have done something so amazing that all parents should wish to be so fortunate….
I have raised my son to be completely colorblind.
And, I guess to some that might not be such a great thing.
For whatever reason,
but honestly, it just means that Keith sees the person within
and that is all,
And that is awesome.
Especially when I realized that it isn’t just Keith who doesn’t see color,
but in fact,
all of my children.
And, the crazy part, is that I don’t see it either,
so it wasn’t until after the fact that I realized that my three oldest kids went to their prom with dates from a different race.
I suppose that could make me the least observant mother ever,
but I like to think that it just makes me one of the most brilliant
*we have always been very open and honest with our children about their birth parents.