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She’s not my maid, I’m hers

IMG_0023Mara Floyd
Fort Myers, FL

Doris* and my mother have been best friends for over 40 years. Both teachers with their masters’ degrees, the two women from neighboring cities met at an educational conference. They were as different as could be. One was married, one was divorced. One owned a house, the other lived in an apartment. One had a large, loving, supportive family,; the other had few support systems. One was black and one was white. But they were best friends for years and years. And when they grew too old to live independently, they moved away from each other to live near their daughters.

Doris raised 5 children, all of whom went to college, some becoming physicians. She travelled every time there was a family member’s birthday, graduation or wedding anniversary. She loved to make jewelry out of macrame and shells. And she loved educating children.

Mom had 4 children, 3 of them lived with her ex-husband. Two went to college, two worked in factories.
She travelled to Florida one week a year, or drove 5 hours to visit her mother a few times a year. She loved to collect seashells, to read, and she loved to educate children.

One summer, Doris and my mother vacationed together to Sanibel Island, FL, a place with pristine beaches, quaint shops and restaurants. (It is a marvelous place, and both still talk about meeting there again even now) As the story goes, they were together one morning, sunning and walking the beach collecting seashells. Someone came up to my mother and asked her “Is Doris your maid?” My mother, furious with the presumption, and with a serious, deadpan face did not respond in anger, but merely said, “Oh no, She’s not my maid, I’m her maid!”

Doris and my mother are now both in their 90’s. They both retired from teaching years ago. Both have suffered great losses. Both are very frail and require the help of their families to meet their needs. But they remain true friends. Friends that always acknowledged their differences, but saw past them, and enjoyed the bonds that matter: Shared Values, Mutual Respect, 401Love.

They assume my wife’s the nanny.

Sean Robertson,
Kensington, MD.

People impressed with how my wife handles our children have stopped her on the street to ask what agency she was hired through. I suppose it’s an improvement from the Dominican Republic where hotel security tried to prevent me from “bringing in a local prostitute.”

You are those girls mother?! Really!?!

image13 (2)Ethel Grigorovici,
Mountain House, CA.

“You play so well with her. What are your rates?” “Could you please let her parents know.””Are you a family friend or the nanny?” Samples of the many questions/comments I get when I was out and about with my children. I’m the mother of 3 the last two (girls) are from my (current) second marriage to an Eastern European (Romanian). I’ve endured countless racial remarks from people. I have even had a mother from a mommie n me class befriend me because she thought that we were the same – adoptive parents. When this started happening with my first daughter (now 9yrs old) I was angry but now with my second daughter (now 21 months) I chuckle to myself and just say – “Maybe one day your mind will grow…”

I’m his mother, not the nanny.

Toya Dragseth,
Saint Paul, MN.

My youngest son is biracial. Has his Fathers genes, very light-skinned, brownish blonde hair and when he is with just me, people look as if he is not my child but a child I may be babysitting. When he’s with his dad they look very natural together.

Beautiful kids, did you adopt them

Amy Hueitt,
Gastonia, NC.

I am a single mother of two children, one who is 8 with Autism, ADHD, and developmental delays. My daughter is almost 6 and typical. My son is black, white, and Mexican. He appears to be just Mexican. My daughter is black and white, she looks white. I am black and white and look mixed. Ignorant people ask if they are my foster kids of if they are adopted, or if I am their baby sitter. It hurts me when my daughter says her and her brother are just white. She is ashamed to be black and declares she is white.

Child traveling: This IS my mom!

Molly Lai,
Milford, NH.

I was terrified of traveling as a child because I hated people asking if I was adopted. Or the more frightening question: Is this woman really your mother, you can tell me the truth? I am half Chinese (and looked more Chinese than English as a child) with a red-haired, blue-eyed, English-descent mother and I was always afraid they were going to take me and my sister away from her. The same thing would happen with my Chinese father: Are these your children? Only since hitting my twenties have people started to say I look like either my mother or father, but even now when I look in the mirror I don’t see that I look like either of my parents. I think being told as a child I didn’t look like them or that I didn’t belong to them shaped how I see myself. I’m a halfsie, but don’t identify strongly either way; some days I look Chinese and some days I look English. I’ve never really fit either side.

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