Yes, I am American

I know I have mentioned before about people speaking to me in all sorts of languages, assuming that I know one of them, but I think I have gotten a little bit used to that. Lately I have been getting really frustrated with people that I am not even interacting with. Often when I go out I am stared at, I checked my nose, my hair or if Keira had smudged something down the front of my shirt and everything seems fine. Even stopped at a robot (stoplight) I get strange looks. Now if I run the possibilities; if I am with Trevor, sure that makes more sense, if I am with Keira, that also could raise a questions or two; is she the nanny, is the baby’s father white? But what I really don’t get is when I am by myself. Some days I really have to hold back the urge to scream “ Its rude to stare!!!” But then it is also rude to yell at people . . . so I am stuck. Just a strange thing that I have yet to figure out! One of these days I will ask someone why they are staring and maybe engage in an enlightening conversation . . . we’ll see.
Anyway, we had Keira’s Birthday party last weekend, and it really hit me that we are in South Africa, I was missing my mother so much that it was hard to breathe at times. I attempted to bake Keira a butterfly cake at her request, and my Mom is way better at making character cakes and I needed to be able to call her quickly. But all that really mattered is that when Keira saw the cake she said “ Thank You Thank you Mommy!”
At the party we had a nice diverse group of kids and I realized that if we had been in the states, the demographic probably would have been flipped (more white and/or Latino, and a sprinkle of Black children) I loved that Keira played well with all these children regardless of color or language, although the thing that Keira remembers the most when asked was “ I ate cake!” Heehee.