In an effort to make LE tired enough to want to go to bed an hour early (we had our time change yesterday), I took him for a long walk to thoroughly run down his batteries. On our way back home, LE was very against holding my hand, so we separately threaded our way through the few other people along the walkway.
LE fell into step with a mother and teenage daughter, and much to our delight, started strutting. He was swinging his arms and swaying his shoulders and striding as much as his little legs would allow, doing his darnedest to walk like the big people. I was pleased because it's not often LE is deliberately hilarious outside our house.
Giggling and cooing, the mother and daughter passed by us and went around LE. The daughter looked at me and at LE and murmured, "Yabancı" to her mother, though I easily heard her from five feet away.
That yabancı was just sort of... deflating, I guess. Why did it need to be pointed out? Who cares? Does LE's Big Man strut lose or gain any cuteness because he's different?
This is a microscopic moment that reminds me of why I don't want to raise LE here. I don't want him always being pointed out as foreign and noticed as different, every day of his life. I don't want people looking at his blond hair and asking where he's from and if he speaks Turkish, every day of his life. Whether it's privilege or discomfort being foreign in Turkey will buy for him, I don't want it.