When we see the look of sheer panic
on the teacher’s face this Sunday morning, we almost laugh. We stand in the doorway, bringing in our
assortment of children, trying to wrangle their energy and herd them inside. She reacts as if we are bringing wild animals
into her tidy classroom instead of spruced-up, shiny-faced, Sunday-best little boys
and girls.
We have a rainbow of children
between us, my friend and I, all of them close in age, all of them different
colors, some of them differently-abled, not one of them quiet. We do make quite a spectacle when we are out,
two white mamas with red and yellow, black and white little ones following
close behind. We wish people didn’t feel
the need to stare. Or look at us like we
are from another planet. We just want to
be ordinary mamas with our ordinary families enjoying an ordinary Sunday at
church.
