I knew this preschool thing would be hard for me. Not only is my baby girl (thanks to those who told me I could call her that!) away from me all day 5 days a week, but then there are so many factors because of her race, language, and adoption status. I try to keep it positive on the blog even when sharing the uglies, but sometimes a girl just needs to vent. Maybe tomorrow I will look back at this and think I overreacted, but here is what crosses my mind as I drive away each day.
Do they have any brown dolls? Maybe they do. I haven’t checked. I wasn’t sure that it would make a good first impression if I asked on the first day. I suppose I will wait a week or so and ask. I don’t really think it is my business to barge in a go through the toys.
Will one more person rub my kid’s hair? Seriously and in front of me? I’ve seen 3 different adults touch her head as we walk by. Why? I have decided that it now makes my blood boil. She isn’t a soft chinchilla. She is a human, a person, a kid! Maybe these people rub on everyone’s hair, but I find it hard to believe.
Do you think you could rub my child’s sunscreen in a bit? You might just be able to spray it on most kids and give it a light swipe, but I do not want to pick my kid up looking like a smurf. Yes, there is something (You can read all about it on Chocolate Hair Vanilla Care) in sunscreen that turns darker skin blue in color I know that. Because of this I bought the spray on sunscreen for Odette hoping that a light mist would be easy to rub in.
I could probably go on and on and think of other things that frustrate me, but what point would that serve?
I just sigh. I don’t know. Sometimes it is just hard. I knew that being a transracial family would open us up for things like this and I understand that. I am still new to the whole thing and am learning as I go. Some say we should pack up and move, but I don’t think that would be best for our family. She isn’t the only minority student at the preschool, that I know. Because she has only been there 3 days I haven’t had a chance to meet any of the other kids’ parents. I think that would be reassuring to me.
Any of you transracial parents out there have any advice? I know the whole relax, smile, yada yada, don’t sweat the small stuff, but when do advocate for her? When do I send one of her adoption books in and ask them to read it? Is that crazy? What about Chocolate Me or Brown Eyes Brown Skin? Even three year olds aren’t color blind. And they shouldn’t be. But, I want them to know that Odette isn’t the one who doesn’t look like her mommy and daddy. Help a girl out! What would you do?