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I am at a park with my boys. There is another family here. All the kids are playing nicely together.
The other mom is nursing a baby. There is an almost 2 yo boy, and a 9 yo girl. I am thrilled to see this family. Why? Because, like my own family, they don’t “match.”
One child is black, the others are white, both parents are white. This means they are an adoptive or foster family. But, I resist the urge to ask. I know how these questions come at us sometimes. I know how sometimes, we just wish we could be a family without explaining how it came to be.
But I also love meeting other families who have taken these journeys into parenthood.
Today, I chose to let us all just be families without explanations or discussions. A day at the park didn’t need to include conversations of our family journey, or theirs.
But I did feel a bit of relief at not being the only family that didn’t “match” today, and knowing they get it too.
No need to acknowledge or bring it up. A smile shared, as we are all in this together.