Via Joe D. on an email list:
A Mother’s Love
Normally I don’t send or forward a lot of these, but even by my standards, it was a bit touching. I want all of my friends to feel what I felt when I read it. Hope it touches your heart like it did mine.
This is so beautiful…..
A little boy says to his mother, “Mommy, how come I’m black and you’re white?”
His mother replied, “Don’t even go there! From what I can remember about that party, you’re lucky you don’t bark!“
This reminds me of the wise-ass response I used to give after our son James was born. It used to go something like this:
[Barb and I meet some friend or relative with our new-born son. They smile and look at him, then the smile fades to a look of confusion.]
Friend: Why does he have blond hair and blue eyes when both of you have dark hair and hazel eyes?
Joe: We don’t know for sure. We are just glad he didn’t turn out black or Asian.
Barb: Joseph! That’s not funny! We both have a sibling with blond hair and blue eyes and both of his grandfathers have light colored hair and blue eyes.
After a few occurrences the exchange changed. It then went something like this:
Friend: Why does he have blond hair and blue eyes when both of you have dark hair and hazel eyes?
Joe: We don’t [thump] You hit me!
Barb: You deserved it.
The “Party” aspect is kinda funny….
But either Lisa or I is likely to have to seriously answer that question (from Alex) at some point.
At my MOST tan, he’s darker-skinned than I am, and at HIS MOST tan, he’s more pale than Lisa…
And he’s different-looking from almost everybody his age. I don’t think a joke’s gonna cut it; still trying to figure out the right answer that will point him to his individuality and independence in the world.
Ahahahaha… I can see Caleb sharing the same experiences as you for some reason 😛
Been there, done that, still remember the bruises.