I'm Different, I'm the Same, Just Like You

I don't blog as much as I would like about my girls.

For some people, hearing the stories from a SAHM/WAHM

is like nails on a chalkboard.
I get it.

But if you have kiddos, you know it's hard to have a conversation

where they don't pop up.

Today was a special day.

I'm sure some of you that only know us via blog

have noticed that Isa has a special left hand.

It's called symbrachydactyly.

And if anyone ever has any questions,

we are very open about it and have no issues discussing it.

I don't bring it up a lot anymore because

it really doesn't effect our everyday life and I don't like the idea

of writing about Isabelle as my daughter with the special hand.

She is so much more than that.

She is turning 3 this month

and she is more intelligent and perceptive than I ever was.

She is starting to get that her left hand is special.

And amazingly enough the house cleaners we use before parties

has a daughter with a hand just like Isabelle's.

The mother & I have talked about it before.

I've never shown Isa the other girl's hand when they have visited.

I wasn't sure how the young woman would react.

Today I asked if it would be okay for Isabelle to see that

another beautiful girl had a special hand just like her.

I'm not sure if Isa got what took place today,

but like most things with Isabelle..she gets LOTS more than she lets on.

She took about 2 microseconds to look at the young woman's hand

and then proceeded to announce that she was Cinderella

with beautiful golden hair.

Yes my sweet Isabelle.

You are my beautiful golden hair princess..