Yes, that's what we get lately-the stares. Why is this blonde haired, blued eyed toddler calling that black haired olive skinned woman Mommy? Because I am her Mom.
People look at her, look at me, look at her, then look at me again. They look puzzled. Some say stupid comments like "Where did she get the blonde hair?" or "Who does she look like?" Does every mother and daughter have to resemble??? The stares are less frequent when I am with my mother in law, who does have blonde hair and blue eyes.
For all those who have adopted a child who looks different from them, you know what I am talking about. I really can't describe the feeling, I can only write about it. Sometimes it gets under my skin about how people are so appalled that we don't look alike. When I see a child with an adult who does look like them, I made no assumptions-I just smile. In the back of my mind, of course, I am thinking that they could be adopted and if they are-how wonderful.
Mothers and daughters are supposed to resemble-remember the Brady Bunch, Bewitched and the mother-daughter teams on reality shows like The Biggest Loser? I don't think society will ever truly accept children who don't resemble their parents. It may always be a mystery to the curiosity seekers.
Love makes a family, not genetics.
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