"You are SO brave to bring your day care to the store!"
"You have your hands full!"
"You brought the zoo!"
And the questions...
"Which ones are yours?" I kind of hate that question...the answer is: All of them
"Can't you have kids?" As far as I know, we can. Although, it is an odd question.
Hey lady, is your uterus performing correctly? Are your ovaries releasing eggs? How's that cervix holding up? Seriously, it's weird.
My favorite: "Why adoption?"
It is kind of a loaded question.
I can answer with religiosity. "God told us to." Which would be true.
I could answer with excitement. "It is fun!" Which would be true, too. Mostly.
I could lie..."It is just so easy!" Which is just never a good idea...even though it makes me sound like supermom. lie. lie. lie.
And while this particular why-adoption-question sometimes stumps me. And catches me off guard, I still love it. Because it opens the door to have another adoption discussion. The discussion where I shamelessly, furiously, urgently, try to explain domestic and foreign adoption. Where I try and convince someone else to foster and/or adopt...or support someone who is adopting or fostering...or do respite or become a social worker, counselor, baby sitter, Safe Family, lawyer, mentor, volunteer...you get the idea.
So, WHY adoption?
Because of sweet girls...
and funny boys
To get a piggy-back ride from a big brother....
and then threaten said big brother with explosive flatulence.
And then follow through...
All the while I am calling out "Don't put him down! I want to get a picture!"
Because life is precious.
Because we all should have someone to swing with...
To have someone to look up to.
Why NOT adoption?
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