#13 Why I Don't Look Like Mommy

This is Mommy. She says she loves me more than anything in the whole world. The world is so big, so she must love me a lot. She helps me get dressed for school every day. Sometimes she even helps me pick out my own clothes. Mommy also makes me yummy food. When I am sick she makes me extra special soup. If I get sad she gives me a BIG hug. Her hugs are my favorite.

Mommy is very pretty, but I don’t look like Mommy. She tells me that she carried me in her tummy when I was a baby. So why are we different?

I have light skin. Mommy’s skin is brown.

When we go to the pool I lay in the sun. My skin changes color, but I still don’t look like Mommy.

I have straight and red hair. Mommy’s hair is curly and black.

I try to do my hair like hers, but I still don’t look like Mommy.

I have blue eyes. Mommy’s eyes are brown.

Mommy says I can not change my eye color.

I have a wide nose. Mommy’s nose is skinny.

I tried to squeeze my nose, but I still don’t look like Mommy.

I ask Mommy, “Why do we look different?”

She says, “We may not have the same eye, skin, or hair color but we are still the same.”

She takes my hand and we walk in front of a big mirror.

“Look. We both have two eyes, two ears, two hands, two arms, two legs, one nose, and one mouth. See we are not so different,” Mommy says as she gently squeezes my hand.

I think about all the people I know. My friend Caroline has blond hair and her baby brother has brown hair. Oscar’s daddy is really tall and Oscar is short. My teacher Mrs. B has red lips, none of us have red lips. My granny has freckles but my auntie does not have freckles.

I think about what Mommy said. I realize that we all have two eyes, two ears, two hands, two arms, two legs, one nose, and one mouth. We are not that different after all.

I feel better now. I smile at Mommy. She smiles back at me and tells me we can go get ice cream since I learned something today. Luckily Mommy and I BOTH like vanilla.