Then this little girl started to follow us. She started talking to Kaylee. She asked "is that your mom?" Kaylee said yes. Then she asked "is that your little sister?" Kaylee said yes. Then she asked the question that I knew was coming... "why does she have brown skin and you have white skin?" Kaylee said "because we adopted her from Rwanda." The little girl was somewhat satisfied with Kay's answer. We then moved on to another area of the playground as Kay was wanting to do the bars. The little girl followed us. She asked me "where did you get her from?" I told her Africa. She asked "did you have to go t0 Africa to get her?" I said "yes, we went to Africa and it was really fun." She then asked "where are her real parents?" I said "we are her real parents." The little girl looked at me puzzled. She then asked again "where are her real parents?" I repeated "we are her real parents." I guess the little girl was fine with my answer this time because her next question was "was there an earthquake were she came from?" I said "no, she is not from the country that had the earthquake." Grace then wanted to go swing so we were off.
I knew that this question would come. I knew that someone would wonder why we looked different from Grace and be brave enough to ask it. This brave soul came in the form of a 9 year old little girl.
After we got in the car, I talked to the kids about what had happened. I told them that this would not be the last time that someone would ask them this question. We talked about how we can respond to these types of questions. It was a lesson for the kids as well as for me. Preparing ourselves for a life of questions that deal with skin color. To us it does not matter, what color skin that we have. We wouldn't trade Grace's skin color for anything. It is who she is. She is brown and we are a light peachy color. God made her this way. God made us this way. God made US a family.