When I found out I was pregnant and officially accepted my mission to be a mother, I didn’t count on my daughter and I being an odd couple. As my pregnancy progressed, I knew that I would be a single parent. I made peace with it and have pretty much been winging it ever since. Yet there are two things I didn’t think I would ever have to fret over until I encountered them head on.
Six years have gone by and I still find myself in the trenches of these nuisances. Let me start with the most obvious oddness: the difference in our complexions. I’m turning out to be the kind of mother that has to (or feels the need to) correct certain people when they look at my kid and immediately make assumptions based on our complexions.