So the challenges of adoptive parenting.
Scene: in the middle of a garage sale in our garage. I am sitting in a chair between customers and D climbs up on my lap. We are having your basic conversation about I have no idea what when she says
"We need more kids"
Me: Um, okay, how many more kids are you thinking?
D: Three
Me: Three, huh? And where would these kids come from?
D: Well, Avery, and Audrey and Cindy (all kids from her class at school)
Me: They would be our kids too? Well I don't know if I really want to be a mommy for someone else's.....
Warning!! Warning!! I realize mid sentence that I am about to say that I don't want to be a parent to someone else's kid which is a problem because while I am raising children that are totally, completely and irrefutably mine, the truth is that some of them are not only mine. Some of them, in another set of circumstances, would be "someone else's kid" alone. So I am about to tell my child, who has another set of parents elsewhere, that I don't want to raise someone else's kid. Needless to say, I changed mid sentence and we talked about kids who need forever families and kids who already have forever families and that her friends at school already have forever families.
Sometimes adoption is hard.
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