In real life, I’m really, really out. Everyone at work knows, whenever it comes up in context, I come out. I try not to be all "there’s something I need to tell you" about it — it just comes up. And mostly I’m proud of that and it barely ever registers as something I need to Be Sensitive about.

But.

I drop off Noah at day care every morning. We do early drop off, so all the kids who are dropped off early are in the same place. There are about 5 "big kids" (2-6) and one other infant, on busy days. Sometimes it’s Noah and 2 of the oldest big kids, age 5 & 6.

The 2 oldest big kids are incredibly inquisitive, friendly kids. I hope Noah grows up just like them.

And today, for the second time, I found myself in conversation with the big kids about the fact that Noah has 2 mommies. This time there were 4 big kids talking with me about it. I could see the gears turning as the five year olds tried to make Noah’s world make sense in their worlds.

BK1: Noah has 2 mommies?

Me: Yes.

BK2: Was he adopted?

Me: Sort of. He grew in my tummy and his other mommy adopted him.

BK1: Does Noah have a daddy?

Me: No. He only has mommies.

BK3: I have two mommies!

Me: Really? (I know there is a big kid with 2 mommies at this day care, but I don’t know who it is.)

BK3: I have two mommies and a daddy.

Me: You’re a pretty lucky girl.

BK4 (the littlest BK): I have a mommy and she bought me a dinosaur book.

Me: You’re lucky too!

BK2: Can I touch Noah’s hair?

All 4 big kids scramble in to touch Noah’s hair. Gently!!! We agree that it is very soft. Then I announce that I have to go to work.

OK, I don’t know how else I might have handled it, or if I should have handled it differently, or if I need to be thinking more, or if I’m thinking too much, or what.

And maybe I shouldn’t be worrying extra about this, but I am, even though I’m afraid it’s racist of me, but I worry extra about the fact that the other early drop off infant comes from an obviously observant Muslim family. His mom isn’t veiled, but the only parts of her that show are face and hands.

IF they were adults, maybe even teens, I wouldn’t be worrying at all. But maybe I think that parents have the right to talk to their kids about this stuff on their own schedule, and maybe they don’t want their kids having it "rubbed in their face" at day care.

And at the same time, maybe it’s good that those kids will grow up having known 2 mom families for their whole lives and not having had a big deal made of it. Of course that’s a good thing.

So why am I so freaked out?