C and M on our way to Cow Appreciation Day at CFA
Miss Melia, well, she gets it. I know there will be lots of things that will come up for her when the adoption is complete, but she knows what she will say when someone says {for example} "That kid's not your brother, he's black." She plans to respond "Yes, he is, we adopted him from Africa."
She also understands that we will get a referral, wait for a couple of months, go "visit" our child, come home, and then go back to bring him/her home with us. She gets it.
Camden, on the other hand, not so much. He really hadn't said much about it {except in every. single. prayer.} until recently, when two hilarious misconceptions came out, as follows:
Misconception #1: EVERY child is adopted.
Melia and Camden are in the middle seats of my soccer mom mini-van on the way home from swimming one afternoon. Melia suddenly says to me, "Mommy, Camden wants to play together and I want us to play alone...which should we do?" to which I respond "You should play together...that's why God gave you to each other."
Having not gotten the answer she wanted, she groans "Mommy!" while Camden attempts to explain:
"That's right...God said 'Camden and Melia, I am giving you to Trevor and Jennifer to play together.' And then we were adopted!"
{Of course, it was a good opportunity to explain that I am their birth mommy and their forever mommy and that their siblings will have a different birth mommy, and I will be their forever mommy, but SERIOUSLY?!}
Misconception #2: I will give birth to our adopted child.
I took Camden shopping today and at one of the stores, there is a play area for kids so he is playing with another boy who is probably 6 years old. They introduce themselves to each other and then I hear him telling the other boy "I am going to have a baby brother. Well, we don't know if it's a boy or girl." The lady who works there is grinning at him and then up at me and I feel the need to quickly explain that we are adopting.
As we are exiting the store, I tell him that he should tell people that we are adopting when he is talking about his new brother or sister so that no one thinks I have a baby in my belly. He replies "so, when we know if it's a brother or sister, then the baby will be in your belly?" OH. MY. "No, buddy," I say, "the baby won't ever be in my belly."
So, after some thought he says "So, is Jesus gonna put him to us?"
Sheesh!
After explaining about how his daddy and I will go pick the baby up in Africa, he seems to understand...
we shall see!
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