I had the most wonderful conversation with my son Ronan this morning on the way to school. Normally our rides are pretty quiet, as he needs some time to gather himself before dealing with the overstimulation and hard work that his school days bring. But this morning, he had something on his mind.
"I told my class about my adoption yesterday, Mom."
"That's great, honey! How did it feel to tell them?"
(thoughtful pause) "Pretty great!"
I'm so proud of him. In bygone days (and occasionally, even now), adoption was treated as a shameful secret that nobody talked about. And if the secret did come out, it was often much later in life, and it was shocking and world-rocking. For us, however, it has never been a secret. Why should it be?! He is our son in every single way, except that he didn't grow in my tummy and he does not share our genetic make-up. Oh, and he has extra people in his family tree who love and care about him. His story is his alone, and I think that's pretty special.
And yet, he has reached that age where it's hard to be different than the other kids. Despite how common adoption is today, it is still a bit of an anomaly in any given classroom. So I'm very proud that HE felt proud of his story, and that he felt moved to share it out loud to his whole class.
But our awesome conversation didn't stop there. It continued all the way to the school, and I suspect we could have kept going for another 10 minutes, had we not arrived at the drop-off area. We talked about a boy in his class who is here to escape the war in his parents' home country. We talked about how difficult that must be. And we talked more about adoption. As we pulled into the school parking lot, Ronan said, "Mom, are you finally going to grow a baby in your tummy?"
Heh. Interesting how quickly he forgets.
"No, honey. Remember? My body doesn't work right and I can't carry a baby in my tummy."
"But we are trying to adopt a baby. And then you'll finally be a big brother!"
(huge smile on his face, as he opened the van door and stepped outside) "Yay! But, Mom! Can you make it a girl this time? I REALLY want a baby sister!"
Man, that kid. Sometimes my heart just threatens to burst out of my chest, and this was one of those times. Too bad I couldn't reach him to hug him really tight (and probably embarrass the heck out of him). He had already closed the door and was waving our special "I Love You" sign-language wave back at me. And then he was off like a shot, racing to get down to where his class lines up in the morning. He likes to try to get there first, so I'm sure his focus had already shifted.
I leave pretty soon to go pick him up from school. I'll get that hug in then, plus a few more. And I look forward to finding out what he wants to talk about this afternoon!
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