On most of our trips to the park or to story time at the library, we were the only minority family, and I was the only mom who looked “different.” At times, I could sense people staring. As an adult, I didn’t particularly enjoy that so I could only imagine how it felt for my young children, who didn’t fully understand the reason for my Islamic dress. So, when my kids started asking me about my hijab, I knew I wanted to help them see the beauty and normalcy in it, while looking past it to focus on what really matters.
