When Cocoa Bean was a few months old, an older member of our church was “Ooing” and “Ahhing” over him. I was giggling inside because she kept stealing glances at me, and then back at him. Like many of the people who stop to coo with and tickle our little bundle of joy, they are not quite sure what to make of our relationship. Finally, she said, “Wow, he has good color!”.
Well, as it turns out, they all have good color…….not a single child in my home has my pasty translucent skin, nor my vibrant red hair. My biological children have their fathers beautiful skin…..creamy white in the winter and golden in the summer. As a matter of fact, they resemble me so little, that some have asked if they are adopted! Coconut’s skin is almost the exact same way, with a little Samoan color added in. Cocoa Bean, Mowgli, and Kiwi are all half white and half black, and that makes for some of the most gorgeous skin known to man……pretty hair too. When people take a gander at all of us together, what a melting pot they must see 🙂
That is truly one of the beauties of foster care…..it breaks down barriers in the largest way possible. If you ever saw color before, it sure makes you never see it again. Lots of people say they don’t, even use phrases such as, “We are all God’s children, regardless of our color”, but I am sure there are many who don’t mean that completely. Our outward differences have a way of dividing us, whether we mean them to or not, and it is hard to completely look past them…….except in foster care and adoption. When you have a child in your home that you are completely and wholeheartedly responsible for, magnificent changes take place…….you become color-blind.
Coconut is half Samoan, but I forget about it all the time. In my heart, I am his mother through and through, and Dave is his Daddy. Therefore, I don’t look at him as half Samoan, I look at him as having half my qualities, and half of Dave’s. He has my tender disposition and caring for others, and he has Dave’s sense of humor and smoothness. Cocoa Bean is a mixed baby too, but I have thrown my whole heart into being his mother that it takes a stranger’s weird glance to remind me that I didn’t actually birth him. Even Mowgli and Kiwi, who have been here just a short while, have already imprinted themselves on my heart in such a way that before long, it will seem as if they have always been with us.
In the end, they really are just God’s children in every way. Black, white, purple or blue, I am just so thankful that God has blessed me with the privilege of caring for them…….even if it’s just for a little while. So, for now, they ARE all mine!