I was standing at an event, B in her carrier, talking to a couple women. It had been cold outside, so she had a hat on her head. As we started to thaw out and warm up, I took her hat off.
The gasps and combined silence were audible in the entire store.
“OMG! HER HAIR! SHE HAS RED HAIR! OH, HOW I LOVE RED HAIR. IT’S THE BEST COLOR IN THE WORLD! SHE’S JUST BEAUTIFUL!”
Just imagine that in quadruplicate in that loud, excited, high pitch squeaky voice. Because that’s totally how it is any time we go anywhere in public.
(Props to the substitute FedEx delivery man today who was greeted but the whole crew and just went on about how blessed I am. Thank you, sir. You win!)
When we were in New Orleans, people actually stopped us on the street to ask to look at her, to comment on her hair color, on her “ginger” status, to tell us what to expect from a fiery redhead. Please, I use lavender oil in her room to keep her calm…this mama does NOT play. Of course, the comments didn’t stop. One lady actually was speaking to us in a foreign language and gesturing to B’s head. The homeless people actually yelled to us to comment.
I get it, people think she’s a unicorn.
(Somebody tagged me in a picture on IG with a shirt that said this. I can’t remember who it was. They said they got their shirt on Zulily, which means I couldn’t find it, so I made my own. Plus, this unicorn is way more majestic!)
Some of my favorite questions asked /statements made:
“Is that natural?”
No. We dye it. Haven’t you seen those boxes of hair dye for babies?
“Is she yours?”
Nope, just found her on the corner. Isn’t that where all babies come from?
“That is red hair.”
Yes. You are correct.
“Where does she get her red hair?”
Recessive genes. (I’ve tried various fun for me answers. They just don’t work here for some reason!)
“Where did that hair come from?”
She grew it. From her head.
“Look at that little ginger / cherry head.”
“Can I touch her hair?“
I’m not complaining. I agree. She’s beautiful.
ALL OF MY GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL!
Yet, when they say all of that to the three red heads, and then turn to E “Oh, your hair is nice, too” I want to throat punch them. What are you saying to my kid? She’s not as awesome because she doesn’t have red hair? I assure you, she’s equally awesome! Also, I’m totally jealous of her hair!
From now on, I shall happily refer to these three as my majestic unicorns. And continue to answer all of the questions.
But, if E gets an afterthought of a compliment on her cuteness or her hair, watch out for full-force mama bear (I’m looking at you, ladies at Target!)
Do you get a lot of the same comments/ questions over and over again when out with your kids? What do people say/ask?
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