Thursday, February 15, 2007

Time does change things

I remember the day that I forgot Presh was black. I know that probably sounds weird to some people, but as a parent in a transracial adoption it is a part of the adaptation process. We were in the grocery store and a guy was staring at us (which happens all the time). I kept thinking that I must have had something stuck to my butt or toilet paper dragging behind my flip flops. Then it hit me. I'm not the same color as my kid! Deeerrrrrr!

Well, I got off the phone earlier with a mom who is having her child evaluated for Tourette Syndrome, among other things. At the beginning of the conversation I had a moment of, "Oh yeah, one my kids has Tourette's!" It has become such a part of every day that I kinda' forgot to stop and think about it.

It's like breathing now.

1 comment:

Sam said...

I know the feeling. It is part of your every day experience so it moves to the background. You only notice it again when someone else points it out or when everyday life slows down enough for that particular detail to stand out again. Then life goes on and it fades into the background again because it's not as important as getting breakfast on the table or making sure that you teach the kids how to share.