Happy 2012, a Great Year to Adopt!
I know you’re out there somewhere: I’ve met you at the occasional Pilates class (you were hogging my favorite spot!) and we’ve giggled on the playground sidelines. You’re the one trailing a shopping cart at the market and using your Blackberry ferociously. You are like me, or at least I hope you are.
My husband and I have been together and in love (most of the time — you know?) for nearly seven years and we have one beautiful biological boy named Sam who is the best thing ever. In fact, Darrin (my patient husband) and I still brawl about who wakes up with him on Sunday mornings. Sam is especially cuddly during weekend cartoons, so we both beg for the early-morning lovin’.
Sam is just about to turn six and he started asking us about his little sister, who is nonexistent. “When can I have a sister like [name of school friend]?
Sam does not appreciate my answers to the adoption dilemma. “You are the best, how can I ever top you?”
Four frowning eyes (two blue and two hazel) turn to me and my tender sweet son, murmurs, “But mommy, who can I play with?” Sam asks me with a little quiver starting in his juicy bottom lip.
Sam doesn’t care if our potential adopted child is an aquamarine Martian, two-headed with a spiky dragon-like tail… he just wants her. Now. In our house. My husband twirls his thumbs innocently during the exchange.
Sam says he’ll give up his big boy bed and sleep on the floor so his new sister can take his bed. He also tells me there are sick kids in the world who don’t have a mommy to call on when their tummy hurts at night, like he does. Sam reminds me that his friend Logan, at school, is adopted.
You know, like how we adopted our dog. We all love this dog and he was ADOPTED too. Yes, yes, I’m getting it now.
Sam grills on: “Aren’t there kids who need a mommy? Because you are good and cute and beautiful.” Thank you, Sam.
Parents, has adopting ever crossed your mind? Do you feel pressure from your spouse or child? I would love to know all about your adoption dilemma for the upcming year, and don’t stop celebrating either.