The question asked.
“Are they all yours?”
We were in line waiting to use the restroom.
My smile and head nod, not enough of an answer for her.
“Were you trying for a boy?”
Thankful the stall door opened and my “no” could end the conversation.
The truth is the story of our family cannot be shared in three second sound bites.
The girls know that. They don’t discuss details with curious strangers.
If asked they tell of their five sisters.
Yes there are six of them, no twins.
They often throw in a line about how the dog is a girl too.
It doesn’t matter they didn’t all come from one womb. They are woven together.
In those brief interactions with others, I struggle with the desire to summerize all that is our family.
Yet, these fierce, loyal, loving young ladies have come to understand what is taking their Momma year’s to accept -nothing needs explained.
Next time maybe I need not wish the inquiry away.
Joy in the knowledge that my daughters know what family is.