while we were at the bar, she told me a story about her daughter, t, a delicate little flower of a girl that she adopted about a year ago from a Russian orphanage. when t came to this country, she knew no english. she is now fluent. t is also a very pretty little girl, and as we all know, when you are a little girl and pretty, people will tell you this all of the time, as if, this is your only redeeming characteristic. e does her best to counter it with other compliments, but this is America after all...
the other day, t came home from school, and exclaimed to e:
"The teacher said I was very, very pretty, Mommy."
"T, now you know that there are more important things than being pretty."
"I know, Mommy. Like being beautiful."
this, coming from a 4-year old.
lord help us.