momhood

I took the kids to the park today and we were pleasantly surprised to see lots of young kids there with moms and grandmas and older sisters.  All these women except the grandmother wore headscarves. I sometimes feel a little wild when I walk into these environments with my short American haircut and capri pants. However, kindness and hospitality prevailed and before I knew it the grandmother walked right up to Micah and shoved a bite of banana into his mouth! Her grandkids were done eating their snack and half a banana remained. Of course it would go to the new kid on the playground, even if he didn't speak the language. Grandma started conversing with me...and as usual the intro questions went like this:
- Where are you from? Are you German? English?
- Do you live here?
- Is your husband from here?
- Does your mom live here?
- So you're alone then? (my husband doesn't count...typically there are female relatives close by to help with raising the kids)

And then several minutes of saying how beautiful my baby is. (it used to be Micah...but now they all dote on the baby....and he thinks it's funny-which I'm thankful for.)