Lucy and I went to the hair salon yesterday when the strangest thing happened. There were 4 ladies that literally had us surrounded in a matter of seconds. That's when the questions started. Is she adopted? Where is she from? She is SO cute! Was it a hard process? She is SO cute! Oh, just look at those BLACK eyes! How long did it take? Then brace yourself.... How is her English coming along??? What the hell does that mean? I know people reading this will find it odd but this is not the first time I've been asked this question. I have a standard response (the only one evidently): How was your English at 17 mos? If you can believe it, that didn't shut them up and it continued for another 5-10 min. C'mon! Can't a girl just get her brows waxed? Does every outing have to be an adoption education session???? I know, now I'm exaggerating but sometimes that's how it feels.
I get it. People mean well. But is that enough to excuse rude questions? I also realize that this will not be the last time we're caught in situations like that. But it's one thing if I started a conversation about Lucy being adopted, or if I actually knew these people. But it really felt like Lucy and I were being pounced upon. I felt vunerable. I had this gutteral urge to pick Lucy up and run out of the salon. How do I protect her from things like that? Will folks have the good sense to stop with the questions when she is old enough to understand what they are talking about? I seriously doubt it. How do I prepare her for things like that? You know me, I'm direct. But in these situations I feel at a loss of what to say or how to respond. Mostly because I want to say just the right thing so that I ensure I'm a good role model for my daughter! Luckily one of the ladies had a dog with her (I know, that's a whole other story!) that Lucy was enthralled with so hopefully she wasn't paying attention to what was happening around her.
There are days that I look at that precious girl of mine and wonder how I could EVER be this lucky (pretty much everyday I guess). I just want to smell her and squeeze her and smother her with kisses. Yesterday was definitely one of those days.
PK
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