Family
I have an adopted daughter from Haiti. The other day she was on the floor adding stickers to a piece of paper. I asked her what she was doing with the all the colorful stickers. She said, “They’re a family.” She added, “They don’t match, but they’re still a family.” Given that she’s very African and my biological children are very Anglo my curiosity was now piqued. I was wondering what was to follow in this conversation.
”Just like I don’t match, but I’m still part of the family.” I felt the tears in the back of my eyes and wondered how I would stop the flow.
My five-year-old understands that even though we’re different we’re still family. I just wish the global family understood…
