White Mom

Lucky has a 17 year old daughter who has recently decided to move in with us full time while she finishes high school and starts college. To say we are thrilled is an understatement. Jessie is a beautiful young lady that has worked extremely hard to get to where she is today. She has a poise and maturity that go beyond her years and has made decisions that are admirable and reflect an independence I wish I had displayed when I was her age. The rest of the kids absolutely adore her and look up to her, especially Jaimey. Jessie possesses an amazing gift of art. I find myself staring open mouth at the visual masterpieces she creates. Truly breathtaking to watch her at work. I believe she has blown her art instructor's mind because he keeps submitting her work to art shows and she keeps winning. Jessie is of Chilean descent and is extremely beautiful on the inside and out. Because I work from home I am more available to shuttle kids, cook meals, do laundry and all the necessary nonsense our lives require. One thing I make sure is to send lunches for everyone, including Jessie. So the story goes that at lunch the other day Jessie pulled out her food and showed what I had packed to her friends. Apparently everyone oohed and ahhhd because I had peeled her orange and sent reusable containers. I always peel oranges before sending them because we all know the weird feeling the peel leaves on hands afterwards. After they had finished checking out her lunch she told them, "Yeah, my white mom packed my lunch and she always peels my oranges." We all sat in stunned silence at the dinner table after she finished her tale before bursting out laughing. So awesome. Then, she showed me her phone. I am listed in her contacts as "White Mom." So, I decided I'm going to up the ante a bit. Next time I send an orange I'm going to write a little note to go with it that says, Love, White Mom. Just imagine what her friends will say then.