I knew that when I got pregnant there was going to be a huge chance that my baby was going to look very different from me. I would sit around and try to picture if he would get his daddy's Vietnamese eyes or would he get my Mexican skin. Would he get his daddy's Vietnamese jet black hair? Would he get my Mexican features? Who would he resemble? Would he be a beautiful mixture of both of us and not look like either of us? Would he look more like his daddy and his side of the family? Or, would he look like my side of the family? I did know that there was going to be a strong probability that he was going to be different from one of us. Who it was going to be was going to be left for time to tell. We were going to have to wait to find out. I knew that. For 9 months I prepared to have to deal with him looking different, but what I wasn't fully prepared for was people not believing that I carried him in my womb. That *I* gave birth to him. It is frustrating when people assume that I am not his mother. I don't know if they think I'm the nanny.
If I'm with my husband, I get looks. I'm sure people are thinking that I'm his step mom. At least I am some form of mom. The problem is when it's the kiddo & I without the hubs. On several occasions I have had people question me whether I'm his mom. When I say yes, they look at me as if saying, "But are you his *mom*, mom?" I guess what bothers me about that is that he is my child regardless. It's no one's business if I carried him for 9 months or if someone else did. He's my child. My baby. Mi gordo. My lovebug. Mine.
I have never had anyone question to my face if I'm the nanny or the sitter. I don't know how I would react if that ever were to happen. I guess it depends on my mood at the moment. I don't ever want Little Man to question his appearance. I know there will be a day where he is going to question why he looks different from his cousins on my side. Or maybe he won't because race and appearances aren't something that we make a big deal about. We teach love. Love for everyone regardless of race.
Little Man is the spitting image of his daddy. The hubs and I couldn't have planned it better. It's kinda scary how alike they are. It's been that way since day one. The day he was born one of the nurses turned to my husband and jokingly said, "Are you sure you are the father?" Everyone burst out laughing because there is no denying it. As Little Man gets older he looks more and more like his daddy. I wouldn't change that. I love that he looks so much like him. I hate that I have to prove that he is mine.
I shouldn't have to prove anything to anyone. He's loved and that's all that matters. I didn't snatch him. I promise.
