started from the bottom and now he’s here


Overheard today under The Big Top:

Daniel: Are you proud that I’m going to start 6th grade next week?

Mom: Very proud, Daniel. And very excited too. How about you?

Daniel: Yeah. But I don’t think I’m ready for 8th or 9th grade.

Mom: Of course you’re not ready for 8th and 9th grade. You need to work through 6th and 7th grade first. One grade at a time son.

Daniel: You’re right mom.

Mom: Of course I am. I’m sure that you will make 6th grade life yours.

Daniel: Yeah?

Mom: Yeah. The odds are in your favor.

Daniel: Like when I was born?

Mom: Yes.

Daniel: Like when I was so small that I fit in your hand?

Mom: Yes. You were born with incredible odds against you and yet one by one you beat down those odds. You beat things when you weighed just one pound that most people will never face in their lifetime. 6th grade life? You’ve got this, son.

Daniel: …smiles and hugs his mom…

And then we bring out his NICU memory box from the back of his closet because sometimes lately he wants to remind himself of where he started from.

Daniel: I was really THIS small?

Mom:: You were indeed THIS small!

Started from the bottom…

Yeah!

Bring it on 6th grade life…bring it on.

Oh, and, OMG my little boy, the baby boy who really did fit into my hand the day that he was born, is starting 6th grade next week!!!

 

and how I know she’s her mother’s daughter


You know, other than the fact that I was there the day that she was born and cut the cord that attached her to her mother; or the fact that she looks like her mother and my other daughters, as does her sister because ginger genes rule…

I‘m Harriet the Spy, Mima.

Really?

Yeah.

Who are you spying on?

Fallon.

As sisters do to sisters because they are your sisters. Extra bonus points if they are your younger sisters and you catch them doing something you believe to be wrong.

These two facts indeed confirm that she is definitely her mother’s daughter which is good because I was beginning to wonder when she declared that Full House is dumb.

his story to tell


Overheard under the Big Top:

You know when I was born I was so, so tiny and so, so sick and all alone. The doctors said I needed a family and they asked, “who will be a family for this sick, tiny baby?” and my mom raised up her hand and said, “I will!”.

And then my heart exploded into confetti and glitter and mini hearts when I walked in on that conversation my son was having with one of his sister’s friends.

Daniel is indeed beginning to really consider the fact that he is adopted and has been asking a lot of thoughtful questions about who he is and where did he come from. Sometimes it is hard having those conversations with him…sometimes even harder than talking about sex and personal boy hygiene. Still these are important conversations…conversations that Bill and I both knew we would be having someday answering his questions. And just like the sex talks, we have to just take a deep breath, swallow and just do it because it’s his life, his story…his story to tell.

So far he tells it pretty well.