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A Song About Adoption

 Today the youngest child, Kate, age 3, got a new stuffed animal toy. She'd been waiting for it for ages (well, two days, but you know, that's ages and ages) and was deeply delighted when it came. She hugged it to her face and walked around the house talking to it. 

I was working so only listening to her with half an ear until I realized what she was doing. She was singing it her own little made up song. The phrases I caught were: when I was a tiny baby...waiting for someone to come get me...then you took me to your home...I was waiting and waiting...

I realized that she was singing a song about adoption. My bio kids, when her age doing that same kind of play, would've said: when I was a tiny baby in mommy's tummy.... She did not. It really struck me.

It was a happy, tender moment for her. The look on her face was sweet and loving. 

But, it surprised me, all the same. After awhile I finished up what I was working on and went to sit beside her on the couch. I asked her to tell me all about her new kitty cat. She showed it to me. Then I asked her about her song and said, "it sounds like you're singing about your adoption." 

She wanted to talk about it. We went over the story. In her version she was no where, living in no house, just waiting and waiting and then one day mommy and daddy brought her and Jane and James all to our house. (She always thinks James was adopted, too.) I gave her a few more details. Yes, she was in someone else's house but that house wasn't safe so important people brought she and Jane to our house and we were sooooo happy when they came to live with us. 

It was a sweet moment full of hugs and kisses. Her adoption story, because she was only 20 months instead of 3.5 as Jane was, is always going to be so much simpler, with less angst.

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