Sunday, March 30, 2008
One For The Hope Chest
I wish this picture wasn't so blurry. Grr! I found this fabric panel that makes up into a Lord's Prayer book and fell in love with the illustrations. I bought enough fabric to make up two books and I may go back for more.
I can't remember if I have shared this story here before, but I do not work with any white children. Before we joined my awesome church (which is really diverse), I could go weeks without seeing a live white child. Instead, my life is filled with my beautiful golden, mocha, mahogany, brown and black "Crayons." It's funny how you get used to what you see around you.
I have gotten so used to my students that white kids look so...pale. In fact, when I went to see a friend's newborn baby, I came home and told Cliff that I was concerned. "The baby was very pale." To which he responded, "Well yeah, it is a white baby!" That's when I realized that when I think, "baby" I no longer automatically see a white baby in my mind. Thinking aloud I said, "Oh that's right. We would have a white baby!" Cliff quickly replied, "Look if it's not white, I'm the one who is going to be surprised!"
Pale as our child would be, I do want my own biological child. Frankly, I want to delight in a mini Cliff. He is such a cartoon that I can not even imagine how much laughter a little version would bring! And, I am sure a mini me would keep him on his toes! Which would also make me laugh!
That said, I am warming to the idea that this might not be our path. Maybe that beautiful girl with her gingham table cloth and red dotted curtains looks more like my future daughter than I know? If the sandwich had been a grilled cheese I would have considered it a real sign from God! Still, no matter how the cards fall, one copy of this book will go into my "hope chest."