Simmer, simmer....boiling mad!

I've been simmering all weekend over a conversation that I had with the hubs' grandmother. I kept going back and forth whether to blog about it or not since the hubs' cousins are aware of this blog. And then I thought - ehhh! It bothers me enough to want to write about it. If they see it, oh well. At least they'll know how I feel.
The hubs' paternal grandmother came back from the Philippines with the hubs' aunt last week (remember we were babysitting 'unexpectedly'?) Anyhoo - this weekend, we went over to visit them (grandma is staying with aunt). It was nice to see that she was really happy to be here... She was happy to see her one and only great grandchild...my kiddo.
Then this is where i started to take offense...

G-ma: Oh! it's nice to see that he has my grandson's (the hubs) complexion.
me: Huh?
g-ma: well, you know - - he's not dark!
me: (thinking) WTF!?! (out loud) ya, he's definitely his son.
She must have noticed my irritation. But she keeps plugging away!
g-ma: You're parent's place in the P.I. is really nice... right by the beach.
me: (still kinda perplexed at her last comment) Uhmm..yeah. It is very nice there.
g-ma: yah, it's a nice place. you know - people who live by the beach tend to be darker in coloring. Lucky for your son, he's not dark.

That seriously pissed me off! First off - who the f*ck cares if my son has my coloring or my husband's?!!? Whether he's lighter or darker does not make me (or the rest of MY family) think that my child is less adorable. And what's up with that comment about where my parents are from in the Philippines? What? like growing up in a coastal province is bad? And WTH? - 'Lucky for your son, he's not dark'? Uhhhh lucky to be lighter in coloring?? How about - lucky for your son, he's HEALTHY and THRIVING and HAPPY and LOVED.

Thank goodness I was able to just let her comments roll off of my back until we left...because I seriously don't know what I would have said if I just starting going off. I tried not to let it get to me this weekend since afterall, it was my very first official Mother's Day....but every time I remembered it, it got me all wound up again.

But you know what? I'm just gonna breathe...and let it go. I no longer need to dwell on it. It's petty. It's stupid. And you know what? The kiddo IS lucky...He's lucky that he has parents that are going to raise him to see that ALL colors are beautiful. He's lucky to have parents that aren't going to feed him some ka-ka bullsh*t that lighter is better. He is lucky because we think he's PERFECT the way he is.

'nuff said. breathe.....