The day you were born was one of the rare shocks and biggest suprises I have had in my life to this date.
We knew you were going to be a boy and I just assumed because your father is 50% Hispanic with brown hair and your brother had brown hair that you would have brown hair too. I secretly wanted at least one of my children to get my hair color and kind of resemble me. You see, not once had anyone ever told me they thought Jack looked like me, not even a little bit. When the Doctor pulled you from my stomach, I didn’t get a chance to see you that well since you were born via a cesarean. When your Dad came over, he was giving me a weird look and I said “WHAT?” he said “He has strawberry blonde hair!” Really, I did not believe him. When I finally was able to see you I just couldn’t believe it and I really couldn’t wait to show you off to the rest of the family. You were just so different from your brother. It was just a moment in my life I willl never ever forget.
To this day when people ask me what is your heritage, I still always get a kick out of telling them ” Oh, he is Mexican.” Their shocked expressions always crack me up.
I am sure at some point in school someone will make you feel bad about being different, pretty much everybody has that happen to them at one point in a school career (everyboday is different in some ways). What I hope you never forget is that sometimes different can be one of the best things to ever happen to someone.