Sherri Gragg

Writer. Mom. Daydreamer. Dog's Best Friend.

You Are The Sky; I Am The Sun

I think shopping is her love language, especially when it is spoken in the dialect of shoes.

We both needed shoes, so we braved the chaos of the mall on a tax free weekend to hunt our prey. It took her forever to settle on a pair of bright yellow low-top Chuck Taylor Converse. It took me about five minutes to decide on a matching pair in electric blue (after she approved, of course).

As we walked out of the mall, hand in hand, she was beaming. Suddenly, she squeezed me tightly and said, “Thank you, Mommy! You filled my bucket!”

“Your bucket?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “My teacher says everyone has a bucket, and sometimes people dip into your bucket by being unkind. That’s why we have to fill up each other’s buckets.”

“Oh, I see,” I said. “With kind words, doing nice things for each other, stuff like that.”

“Right,” she said.

“And shoes fill your bucket?” I said, chuckling.

“Right.”

As soon as we were in the car, we both shed our old shoes so that we could wear the new ones on our final errand before going home.

When we stepped into the next parking lot, she took my hand again.

“It is good we are wearing our shoes,” she said. “We match. That way, people know we belong together.”

I was stunned into silence.

“We belong together…”

My heart wrenched at the innocent expression of her longing for a visible proof for the world that I was hers, and she was mine.

There is no doubt that she carries with her many scars from spending the first two years of her life in an institution, but for her the issue of adoption has only rarely surfaced until now. Oh, I’ve talked to her about it but she has never seemed to struggle with it like her sister has.

Not long ago, I asked her if kids ever say anything to her about being adopted, or about being of a different race than her parents.

“Yeah,” she said. “Sometimes.”

“What do you tell them?” I asked.

“I say, ‘How would you like it if you were brown and your mama was white? How would you like it if you were adopted and people were saying stuff? I don’t think you are treating me the way you want to be treated, are you? So, why don’t you just worry about your own self?”

Stunned silence on my part once again.

But there in the parking lot, I saw into her heart, and recognized a loss I could do very little to remedy. No matter how much out hearts intwine she will always be black and I will always be white. Sadly, only the most sensitive people who come our way will see that we belong together.

I batted back the tears, and said softly, “That’s right. We belong together…”

“My shoes are yellow,” she replied. “Yours are blue. You are the sky. I am the sun.”

And we are. Black, white. Sky, sun. Mother, daughter.

Different? Yes, but each so utterly incomplete without the other.

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4 comments on “You Are The Sky; I Am The Sun

  1. kasdaniels
    August 9, 2010

    I’m reading this with tears in my eyes. What a beautiful story.

  2. Candis
    August 9, 2010

    I’m not quite crying but…How well I know the little heartbreaks our kids experience by being different–adopted, brown (in my case “browner” than every one else at school).

    So happy and edified by all the new updates on your blog. I check faithfully AT LEAST once a week.

    P.S. Colin also came home with the “bucket” spiel back in June. I had just had it with his dawdling over breakfast and told him, “Well, you’ve used up your dessert time, so there won’t be time for it after dinner.” His response? “Mommy, that’s SO not filling my bucket.” Aaarrrgh!

  3. Sherri
    August 9, 2010

    Ms. Daniels- Thanks!

    Candis- I love it. I am sorry but hearing him sass you is even sweet to me because it means he is full of life, so different from the first time I held him.

    I would love to see some pics if you are interested in e-mailing them. I’ll return the favor.

  4. Stephanie
    August 9, 2010

    This is simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

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