This week, more than one stranger walked up to me and asked who Mary was, or why she was with me, or where I “got” her.
All of them followed up with, “because, well, you know, she’s a different color than you.”
One lady once clicked her tongue at me, either because I shouldn’t have adopted brown babies or because she was assuming I did something naughty to get them biologically.
Because, of course, if I am walking around with six babies in my little rainbow family, then the natural conclusions is that I have been sleeping around.
Or, maybe, just maybe, we chose our family long before any of us were born into skin color.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s not so different from any of us in our lives, even our own selves.
Maybe we all have parts of us that are different in some way or another, just like in nature all around us, and all of that variety plays an important part in our daily experience.
Maybe the best thing about being together is going home.