Sometimes ignorance isn't bliss...

Here I go again. I acutally wasn't going to write this one down, but now it is late at night and we all know that makes me a little less filtered. I have already told most of the people who read my blog so this really is just for me andmy need to write it down, get it out, and move on.

On Halloween I get really excited. There is something about holidays that just puts me in a good mood. This was no exception. I made Ellie's costume and personally I think it turn out fantabulous. Hey if I don't toot my own horn who will? I was so excited to go door to door and see everyone react to my darling Little Bo Peep and her lost Sheep. {I have to say first that this only applies to people who don't know our family well.} We hit our street and everyone was gushing over the two girls. Then we went to homes of families in our neighborhood, but not our immediate neighbors. That is when it started. Everyone would see my girls and say look how cute the little sheep is. At the first house I didn't really even notice. Then the second, third, forth I started to see a pattern. Everyone of them said oh you are the cutest little sheep I have ever seen...I would them politely point out that Little Bo Peep has lost her Sheep. They would turn to Bo Peep and say, "Oh... your cute too." in a yeah yeah sort of way. We had made it down one street and I was having a hard time dealing with it. I really try to be strong. I do! Sometimes though the ugly truth hurts. Then to make matters worse a neighbor of mine says to me "Do you think she even understands what is going on?" I look at her with her two kids ages 4 and 2 and think to myself "huh?" I said very politely again. "Yep, just as much as your kids do."
It was then that I turned around headed down the stairs, and told Jeron "I want to go home."
I was fighting back tears and not winning the fight. Who cries on Halloween trick or treating with their kids. I wanted to hurry home and be with the family that has accepted our little angel since day one.

Bo Peep rang the door bell at our house,
stuck out her basket, and in her own way said
Trick or Treat.
There stood two sets of her grandparents,
and Aunts and Uncles.
They all sang her name as she walked in the door.
They all told her how adorable she looked.
That was what I needed...
Unconditional love for my princess.

The lesson I learned from this night is although there is still so many ignorant people out there at least our little angel has a family that accepts her and as far as they are all concerned she is perfect, and we all have some catching up to do to be where she is.

I am trying not to hold any ill will toward this neighbor. In fact it could have just as easily been me if I had not had Ellie. I try so hard to be understanding in these situation. Sometimes though my broken heart wins out over my head. People say to me all the time "at least she doesn't understand", but the sad thing is, she does. She wants to be pretty just like any other little girl does. She is a princess through and through. It just goes to show that there is still a need for special little ladies like Miss Ellie. She is here to teach unconditional love. No matter what package it comes in there is beauty everywhere. Personally I happen to think she is beautiful...inside and out!