I have always called Selam “Ducky.” I’m not entirely sure when it started–Ethiopia? America? She has just always been my ducky. She follows me around like one. She used to have a cute little waddle. She’s my duck. As she’s grown, she’s started to reject a lot of the other names I’ve called her on and off. “Don’t call me french fry, Mommy, I’m your Ducky Do”
Last week, her cousins sent her a box of cool handmedowns and included was a duck costume. She wore it constantly. We had 90 degree temps last week. I only have air conditioning in the bedrooms. She wore it. She even wore it to bed. Then she let it go for a couple days.
Today she wore it to school. She put it on and waddled and flapped her arms all the way from the car to her room. I hear she wore it until outside play, and then put it back on for nap, removing it only for outside play again. After school, I took her to play on the playscape with a classmate. In the duck costume.
I tried to talk her out of wearing it outside our apartment. I was afraid people would laugh and she’d be crushed. But the opposite was true. Everywhere she went, she got nothing but accolades. And when she received a compliment, she was so polite. Her response?
I love that girl.