Saturday, September 27, 2014
Why are you staring at us?
Why are you staring at us? Why?
Is it because I wear those silly cowboy boots?
Is it because my son is wearing pink crocs ( "I like pink, mama!" "me too, Kacio!") and purple pants?
Is it because my daughter is wearing two different colored socks?
Such little things.
That can't be it because you just nudged the person standing next to you and now they're staring. It must be something else.
Is it because I am wearing my baby in a backpack carrier?
Is it because I'm speaking English to the children?
Is it because my husband is speaking Polish to the children?
Not everyday fare, for sure.
That can't be it because now you're not only both staring but you're whispering and shaking your head and...and... wait... scowling?
I just waved and smiled at you to let you know I can see you staring and scowling and shaking your head and whispering. But you didn't smile back at me. You just kept staring and scowling.
I sure wish I knew what was going on.
Until then I'll just assume the best. I'll assume that you stop and stare and scowl and whisper and not return smiles to ALL the people you pass by.
I'll say a sincere prayer for you.
That you become a happier person.
A more joyful person.
A person that sees a happy family and smiles.