Everyone says Abby looks like me. And she does...in a your Native American and I'm a white girl,we share no DNA, sort-of way. I like that we look alike(ish). It's nice to share brown hair and high cheek bone with my little girl, and it makes things easier to look similar.
Yet...
Abby has been taking inventory of those in our family with blue eyes and those with brown. So far its 5 to 1 blue to brown. Except for if you count the dog (and we do) then its 5 to 2.
The point is: she knows. She knows she's different, and she gets a confused and sad look in her eyes. I adore, adore, adore my little girl, and I love her dark eye, but I think she wishes she had blue eyes. And for that hurt there is no "kiss it and make it better." trick in my bag. I could never wish away such a beautiful feature, I love who she is...but I would wish away the hurt and confusion in a heartbeat.
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