The girls and I went to Z Gallerie today. Somehow we got there without a stroller so it was a bit of a nightmare. It's definitely a "put your hands in your pockets" store. Thing is...both the girls had their babies with them, so the hands were out and the girls were in heaven looking at or rather, touching all the shiny decor around the store.
An African American male came over to me while pointing to B, and asked, "How did she decide on her doll?" It's a little black baby. It was kind of awkward knowing what he was insinuating but not coming right out and saying . Then I just said, "She picked it out and she loves it." He smiled and told me how cool that was. (Meaning a white child carrying around her beloved black baby doll.) I know I'm not being politically correct here, but that's not what this is about. He admitted that he is now 47 years old and that never would have been seen when he was a child. He then told me of some story that has been in the news and the big question was, "How do your teach your children that?" Then he said, "Just like that I guess." Then he said how cool it was again.
I remember when D and I submitted our adoption papers seven years ago. That's crazy to think about! How could it have been so long ago? Anyway, on the paper work you can be very specific as to what ethnicity you're willing to go with. D and I looked at each other and then began checking off each box. We were fine with any baby. It didn't matter to us. We just wanted a baby girl.
So when the man asked about B and her baby, I felt like he was asking me. It was so simple. I had just wanted a baby. When B saw those dolls at Target, it was such a sweet and tender moment that I had to get it for her.
We wandered into the mall this morning without thinking a thing about it. It made that guys day. I know that because after about our fourth time circling the store, he came over to B and asked her, "Where did your baby go?" I had to tell him that she was in my purse because B was having a fit and wanted to leave the store, now. It was very interesting. He paid no attention to S and her baby, just B and her baby. It made me feel like there has been some change in this country. I haven't done some monumental thing. Actually, yes I have. Because actions speak louder than words. It made me proud. Actually, I'm crying right now. Happy to know that I'm teaching good things and that I made that man's day.
Tonight we discussed some things similar to this for FHE. We talked about religion, ethnicity, nationality, race, income, sexual preference, and many other things and how it just doesn't matter.... We are all the same!
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