Child of Her Heart. Cheryl St.John

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      “It’s only a few dollars more to ship two together,” the short, friendly faced wife of the artist said. “Unless you need priority or express shipping?”

      Meredith blinked, turning the words over in her mind. “I only want one, thanks.”

      “Your husband is having one shipped home, too, dear. Oh my, you haven’t disagreed on which one to get, have you?”

      The woman’s assumption came clearly into focus. “I, uh, we’re not—”

      Justin came to her rescue. “No, we want both of ours sent to the same address. I don’t need priority delivery, do you?”

      She shook her head. “No.”

      “We’ll save a few bucks on shipping this way,” he said to her. “I’ll bring yours over when they arrive. That okay?”

      She nodded. “Sure.”

      Purchases and delivery confirmed, they walked outside.

      Meredith didn’t know what to say. The woman had assumed they were married.

      “It’s okay,” Justin said to her. “It’s perfectly natural for a casual observer to assume we’re a couple, since we’re shopping and sight-seeing as what must look like a family. I’m sorry if you’re embarrassed.”

      “I’m not embarrassed,” she replied, almost defensively.

      “Then there’s no problem.”

      “None whatsoever.”

      “Then let’s continue our holiday.”

      He walked forward and she caught up to him.

      Their next tour was of a boatyard. The owners built reproductions of rowboats and fishing boats dating back to the 1800s, and all the boats were available to rent and take out on the water.

      “I’ll try this one,” Justin said, pointing to a particular rowboat bobbing on the calm inlet. “Who’s coming with me?”

      Jonah and Lamond ran forward, but Mauli hung back. She glanced at Meredith and shuddered. “I don’t think I want to be on the ocean in a boat that small with those two kids jumping around. You go ahead, though. I’ll stay here with Anna.”

      Meredith shook her head. Anna was awake and fussing. “I’ll just sit here with you, thanks.” She called across the distance, “We’ll stay here. Have fun.”

      He and the boys scrambled into the boat and Justin rowed out in the water.

      Meredith and Mauli bought drinks and sat at a round table with an umbrella. Gulls swooped nearby, pecked at the ground then flew off.

      Meredith placed a receiving blanket over her shoulder, took Anna from her stroller and opened her nursing bra to place the baby at her breast. “So you’re a student?”

      Mauli nodded. “I’m in my third year.”

      “What’s your major?”

      “Ethnic studies. African-American history last year.”

      Meredith’s interest picked up. “Do you want to teach?”

      “Teach or counsel. Kids probably.”

      “Big surprise.”

      Mauli smiled. “Yeah, I like kids.” She sipped her soft drink and glanced at Meredith. “You haven’t asked. My dad is black and my mother is white and Hawaiian. In Hawaiian, my name means dark-skinned.”

      “I wouldn’t have asked.”

      “You’ve heard a lot of questions about Anna, haven’t you?”

      Meredith nodded.

      Mauli set her paper cup on the table. “I’ve heard them all. And so have my parents.”

      “Some of them are so…hurtful.”

      “Yes,” Mauli agreed. “But some are just thoughtlessly curious.”

      “I guess so.”

      “People get uncomfortable when they can’t easily categorize you.”

      Meredith thought over the girl’s remarks.

      “There are five standard racial pigeonholes,” she said, holding up one hand. “If you don’t fit, you stand out. Probably the questions I heard the most while growing up were ‘Is that your dad?’, ‘Is that your mom?’ and ‘Are you adopted?’”

      Meredith imagined what it must feel like for a child to hear those questions. “Last night a woman asked me where this baby came from,” she told Mauli, revealing something she’d never thought she would have shared. “The question makes it seem as though Anna is an alien or something.”

      Saying the words aloud made her head buzz for a few seconds, but it was liberating to get the frustration off her chest.

      Mauli studied the shop fronts and the few passing tourists. “Four-point-five million kids under eighteen in this country are multiracial,” she said matter-of-factly, impressing Meredith with her knowledge. “In some areas one out of six babies born is of two or more racial heritages. Multiracial youth is one of the fastest growing segments of our population.”

      “I guess numbers don’t necessarily mean acceptance, do they?” Meredith asked.

      “I would love to unscrew the top of people’s heads and zap racism with a magic laser. That and the obsessive need to put everyone in a category.” The young woman’s voice held a note of wistfulness, but not the anger with which Meredith struggled.

      Meredith had never before had a straightforward conversation like this with anyone except Chaney, and Mauli’s insights touched her.

      “Acceptance really has to be here,” Mauli said, touching her fingers to her shirt over her heart. “Acceptance of one’s self first. Because fitting in is a challenge. But knowing who you are is the key.”

      Meredith’s throat tightened with anxiety for her child. She felt so incapable of being able to teach those things to her child that it frightened her. “I’m afraid I won’t know how to help Anna,” she managed to say as she moved Anna to her other breast.

      “There are plenty of people to help you,” Mauli assured her. “I belong to a couple of college organizations now. As long as you’re willing to help her explore her racial heritage, there is guidance available.”

      Mauli was wise beyond her years. “If I was underhanded, I’d steal you away from Justin to be Anna’s nanny.”

      Mauli laughed. “Now that would take some doing. But we live in the same town, right? I can sure be your friend.”

      Emotion welled up in Meredith’s chest and tears blurred her vision. “Thank you. You’re the first person I’ve talked to who’s given СКАЧАТЬ