This is National Adoption Month. To say that adoption changed our lives would be the understatement of the century. We now refer to our lives as B.B. (Before Babies) and A.B. (After Babies). Willard and I had a conversation a few weeks ago about how close we were before babies to lots of freedom and independence. Our big kids are doing their own thing and we could be sleeping in, taking spur of the moment trips, going out on date nights every weekend, and spending money on things other than diapers, Barbie Jeeps, and Disney DVDs. We thought about it for a nanosecond and decided we can’t think of anything we’d rather be doing at this point in our lives.
I never really thought I’d STILL be sweeping up Cheerios at age 42. Or starting all over with field trips, fall festivals, and science projects. I do realize that I could have grandchildren before my youngest even starts kindergarten (I WILL kill someone, but it could happen). I also realize that they are going to be horrified when they realize their parents are 20+ years older than their friends’ parents. They’re probably going to think we’re the most uncool old fogies ever created -- and they may be right. Through all of the embarrassment and the years that they will be SO much smarter than us, I hope they always know how much we love them.
We can say without a shadow of doubt, that adoption was the perfect choice for us. I mean, think of all the perks we will have as old folks…We have enough kids that if we have to move in with them, they can each take 2 months out of the year. If they split it up 30 days at a time, it will never feel like we’re MOVING in. It’ll just be like we’re there visiting. And if it gets just totally unbearable and they have to put us in a nursing home, with all six of them pooling their money, it BETTER be a sweet one. I’m talking a Jacuzzi tub in our SUITE with daily massage therapy.
I say it’s a win-win for everybody.
|Me and Willard in 2048 - Thanks, kids!!|