Being Sheep

"I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep."John 10:14-15

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Transracial Adoption Reactions :)

I've had two funny experiences in the last month that I thought I'd share here. Two conversations that can only happen because I'm a white mom with a brown baby. :)


The Children's Museum

When my mother-in-law came to visit us one weekday, we decided to take the boys to the children's museum. With an age range from 1 to 8 it wasn't easy to come up with any other fun activity that all the kids could enjoy when there was a bunch of snow!

So while we were at the museum, one of the workers there asked if they could take pictures of my kids for their newsletter.

"Sure!" I said.

So they came back with the camera and got ready to take the pictures. All 3 boys (wearing matching shirts, no less!) were running around the music room where you can step on buttons and it plays a different note. The lady taking pictures is looking at the kids with confusion all over here face.

"Are you guys together?" she asked, gesturing to the kids.

"Yup!"

"No, I mean all of you?" again gesturing to the kids.

"Yes."

"I mean, the kids? Are they with you?"

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"Yes, they're brothers even though they may not look like it," all said with a smile. "The little guy is from Ethiopia."

"Oh! Oh! We have family like that, too!"

So hilarious, isn't it??? :)




The Basketball Game

Another week, we were at A and D's basketball game. My husband is one of the coaches on the team, so N and I generally sit by ourselves to watch. One woman sat next to us and was chatting a bit with N. (He's awfully cute, you can't help but talk to him!) (No, I'm not biased at all.)

N pointed out to the court.

"Oh, is that your daddy?" she asked, pointing to a black man out on the court.

"No, his daddy is the one over there; the tall one with glasses," I replied.

"Oh," she said, looking extremely confused and scanning the crowd for another black man that could be N's daddy.

"Which one?" she asked.

"Right over there; one of the coaches," pointing towards my hubby.

"Oh," looking at me. And after a very long pause, "But I thought you were his mom???" she asked, still incredibly confused.

"Yes, I'm his mom. He was adopted and he doesn't look much like us."

"Oh! Adopted! I've thought of doing that some day."

We then proceeded to have a short conversation about adoption. But I was laughing about this the entire day. Occasionally my husband and I just look at each other and say, "Wait, I thought you were his mom?" and crack up. (Yeah, we're a bit weird.) :)