So much has happened since I posted my last few stories. If you haven't read them, it would be a good idea in order to be up to speed on this particular story. My daughter Novalee is now 3 years old, and she's a typical preschooler... If you count talking to dead people as being typical.
Since Novalee has never had a father figure in her life, up until recently, I could see how she would be confused as to what exactly a daddy is. She attended preschool at a private Catholic elementary school for the 2010-2011 school year. Since she was in the 2's group, I attended school with her for 90 minutes once a week. There were 8 kids total in her class and the majority of them attended with their moms and then there were always a few grandmas.
One particular day, one of Novalee's classmates came with her father. (We'll call her Jane) It was Jane's turn to provide snack and so of course, at snack time, little Jane's father helped pass out snack. I can't remember how the exact conversation went but I said to Novalee, something to the effect of "Jane's daddy brought your favorite juice today." Novalee looked at me a little confused and sort of stared at Jane's father then went on eating her snack.
Later that day, we were at home and she was on the potty (of all places!) and she was being her normal chatterbox self, we were talking about school and what else we were going to do that day etc. When out of the blue she explained to me, "I have a different kind of daddy... I have a white daddy!" To which I replied, "Oh, you mean his skin is white like ours?"...thinking of the recent talk we had about how some people have different skin colors but we're all the same. She answered me, a little hesitant at first, "Noooo, him just a white daddy." I was still confused, trying to figure out just what she meant by that when she finished by saying to me, "Jane's daddy is a regular daddy but my daddy is different...he's a white daddy!" That cleared up any confusion that I might have had about what exactly a white daddy might be.
I later showed her a picture of her daddy that's in heaven and asked her if that is the one she talks to. She thought for a minute and said, "Yes, but him not white right there... Him just white now." I can't wait until she is older and can explain to me what exactly he looks like to her.
Can she see through him? Is there a light around him why he appears white? I still wonder... But white daddy it is and she constantly points out when there are other "White people" in the room. She has also said that some white people scare her but most of the white people are nice. There's never a dull moment when Novalee is around.