As I write this post I feel a little bit sick and quite emotional because there is nothing more in this world I want for my children than to be accepted.
Today I walked my five-year-old daughter to her kinder class, with her little brother on my hip. My son who is two and a half has bright red hair and beautiful sky-blue eyes.
I usually don’t take Archer into school with us as he is dropped off at daycare right before I walk Ruby to school because let’s be honest, two-year-old boys are quite a handful and I never enjoy feeling frazzled trying to chase him in between all the ‘big kids’. But today I had no choice as he has been having fevers of over 39 degrees so he was more than unwell enough to be kept home.
When I am on semester break obviously he doesn’t attend daycare so I sometimes get the chance to take him with us to school drop-offs and pick-ups, but it is pretty rare. When I do there is always one child, who is actually a very nice little boy, in Ruby’s class who yells “Your brother is a REDHEAD!” at the top of his lungs whenever he sees Archer. This type of thing does not bother me too much as I’ve dealt with it before. Strangers come up to me in the shop and have done ever since Archer was just a week old. They awe at him and say something along the lines of “Doesn’t he have such beautiful hair!”. Again, this stuff does not bother me because yes he is a redhead and yes his hair is beautiful (but maybe I am a little biased being his mother).
But today was a little different. As I was helping Ruby put her bag in her little locker, the little familiar boy comes running "Ruby, your brother is a redhead!". I just smile at him because it's nothing different. However, then comes another little boy with beautiful blonde hair and says, "I hate redheads". I felt my cheeks blush and without even thinking I respond with "That is not very nice" and walk off. I thought to myself, this kid is five and a half, at the most! How does he even know what he hates and what he likes (heck I don't know what I like half the time).