Okay, so I will preface this with saying that I don’t often stare deeply into my own eyes. In fact, I can’t think that I look in the mirror too much — just when I go into the bathroom and wash my hands. So…here we go…
Jack had a “curious” time the other day (yes, he did state, “I feel curious, Mom.”). He started asking things about “which had more” in the house — for instance…boys or girls. Boys won in a 3 – 2 victory. Then, I said something about Jack’s beautiful brown eyes, and I asked him what color my eyes were. He looked and then scrunched up his face, “It’s hard to tell because there are two colors.”
“Okay, so which two colors?”
“Blue and green.” (My Mom says they are blue and gray, but obviously Jack says blue and green.)
This made me stop and think, “Oh yeah — that’s right…I don’t have brown eyes.” I think because I walk around and look into so many big brown eyes in this household, I forget that mine aren’t just like theirs. As is probably apparent, brown eyes won in a large 4 – 1 victory.
It may sound silly, but then I couldn’t help but wonder about people who are in large minority whereever they may live. Do they sometimes forget their identity in the sea of people that are all alike but different from themselves? Seriously…I know…here I am talking about eye color and then I go into something so NOT eye color like. But, I just thought it was funny that although I wouldn’t go forgetting and tell someone that I have brown eyes, it was still something that surprised me to remember. (In all honesty, I even ended up going and looking at my eyes just to be sure they hadn’t magically become brown when I wasn’t paying attention. LOL)
Apparently Jack’s curious mood put me in one too.
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