Obvious enough I guess but ever since about day 2 with the boys I no longer see them as two tiny Chinese boys.
Now I will say during our paperchasing months as I would see other Caucasian mothers out and about with their little Asian children
But a funny thing happens to you when you become that mother....
Does that make any sense?
Every now and then I have to remind myself when we are out and about why we are getting so many stares and polite smiles
it's just us.
It's just our family.
They are just my children.
Of course every now and then the difference does have a way of reaching up and smacking you in the head.
Yesterday I had to take Jacob to a different, new doctor to get some meds for a rash and as the nurse was asking me for the rundown on things like
Exposed to second hand smoke - No.
Eating well - yes.
Sleeping well - yes.
Any history of chronic illness or cancer in the mother or father - no.
And there in that room
at that moment
And I gotta tell you, it was both a great moment and a terribly sad one all at the same time.
Great that I am so in love with these boys, and have such a firm grasp on the fact that I am their mother that it didn't even phase me to say no when asking about John and mine's health history.
And terribly sad that the truth is in fact unknown.
And then I had to keep answering
So many of her questions....
So here I will stand.
In the gap between what we do know and what only their birth parents and the Lord knows.
that's gonna be alright.