Color blind

I can't count the number of times I've been asked if my twins are two boys or two girls, even when each is clearly dressed in gender-specific clothes. I inwardly roll my eyes and correct the offending questioner. Sure, Keira's hair is just as short as Carson's, but she's often wearing pink and other girly colors.

I was a bit humbled on Sunday when asked if the kids were both boys. We were on a walk with them at Wood Lake Nature Center and an older gentleman with a cane stopped to talk to the kids and briefly chat. He asked if they were two boys and we told him that no, there was a boy and a girl. He then said, "I'm color blind. I suppose that's a pink jacket, huh? It looks gray to me."

We must have responded in a way that made our confusion over his question obvious since he made the effort to explain himself. I was glad he did, but it made me wonder if any of the other people who've asked us the same question weren't lacking in observation but were simply limited in their ability to distinguish between pink and blue.

I roll my eyes easily at how slow I perceive others to be. I need to stop reacting like that. I need to give people more grace. Sometimes they're just color blind. Sometimes they're just not thinking. Either way, it's just not a big deal.