RedHeadedFairy
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rapunzels said:It's really not about other people and what different nationalities look like... (Northern VA (D.C. area included) are plenty diverse, trust me my kids are exposed to all nationalities.) This isn't about people outside of the family. This is about wondering why mom, dad and sis/bro look different from themselves, with what they are born with. It's a hard concept to explain. Glasses and braces are pretty cosmetic, compared to a natural hair color, natural eye color...
I guess this really could leak into all aspects of a person in a family being different, and wondering why that is... and possibly wishing that wasn't so.... it could be they are taller than everyone in the family, shorter than everyone in the family, fatter, skinnier, a disability even.... or back to hair color. It really is a natural thing that the person that feels so different wishes or wonders why that is... I guess it is an insecurity... but I'm sure in those families, it's something that child or person is learning to come to terms with... and will learn to accept or outgrow. In our case, my DD was maybe 5 when she realized her hair was blond and not brunette like the rest of us. We explained to her that her grandfather, who was passed on before she was born, and her uncle that she does not remember both have blond hair just like she does. We explained blond hair runs on that side of the family. She doesn't dwell on it, nor did she then... it was just something that made her feel different...and she wasn't sure if she liked that feeling..
As the only fair skinned redhead growing up with my dads extended family that was full blown Sicilian with darker skin, eyes and hair i absolutely agree with your post 1000%. While my sister was blonder than the rest, she also looks exactly like our mom; my coloring comes from a side of my moms family that i never knew. There is a huge difference between your natural features and other enhancements that come with physical maturity. I was 3 when my differences really hit home and it bothered me enough at that age to speak up and share it with my mom. She said she'll never forget that moment because she could already see that it changed the way i thought of myself.