It hit me then that, the fear that people kept alluding to stems from a lack of acceptance that my children have other families. People who have a place at the table so to speak. I don't know if it is because we crossed racial lines or if the fact that they were toddlers when we became their parents, their heritage is a real, living presence in our lives.
I follow her blog. She follows mine. We follow each other on Twitter. We are Facebook friends. Our relationship is complex. She is American. I am Indian. She is Christian. I am Hindu. She eats meat. I do not. She lives in the Southwest. I live in the Northeast. Neither friends nor immediate family, we are linked by our children. She gave birth to them. I raise them.