“Mommy, why is the baby white?” Rowan asked me as I was drying the baby off after bath time.
Where did that question come from? Jory never asked questions about skin color not at four and still not at six. Girls, why must they be different? “She’s not white.”
“But her skin looks white,” she continued.
“You want to know why the baby is fairer than you?”
The four-year-old nodded her head.
“Because God made her that way.” I stuck my arm out near hers. “Do you see how you’re fairer than me? And how Jory and Oma are different shades too?”
She nodded again.
“God made us all that way.”
“God made us that way?” she questioned cautiously.
“Yes, He did”
“Well her bottom looks white,” she countered, pointing to her sister’s pale looking bottom.
“It looks white, but it’s not.”
“Oh, okay.”
And scene. Questions just come up from anywhere, at anytime, about anything.
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