Why do people feel bad when I tell them my boys are adopted? This happens quite often to me. It always starts the same way ... (I will use the version I got at the pool yesterday)
stranger: "Wow ... are both of these boys yours?"
me: "YES" :-)
stranger: "You look amazing!!"
me: "Thank you so much"
stranger: "How on earth did you do it? I mean, wow!!"
(if I am tired I will just say something like, "oh I'm really good!" or "good genes" or "exercise" I mean all ARE true :-)
me: "Oh well, they are adopted, so it is a little different for me"
stranger: "Oh, they are? (sheepish look and the voice always drops to a whisper) I'm sorry. Are they both adopted?
me: "Yep!! You don't have to be sorry."
stranger: "I didn't know" (and they keep apologizing over and over again)
I actually don't really get it. Are they sorry they gave me a compliment? Sorry I look good? Sorry that I adopted my children?
p.s. speaking of the pool ... my poor Evan really decided to challenge me as a mother yesterday. We have had countless conversations about water and his wheel chair. I know he is young, but he really does get it. So imagine my reaction when he drove his wheel chair into the SHOWER!!! Thankfully I drove it out of the water, threw a very wet, very naked baby in the play pen area and kept the hot air blowing on the chair for a long while. Everything still works, which is good because we would have to pay to replace things and we cannot afford that!!
About 5 minutes later we are in the car driving home. Evan is playing with a maggot ball (one of those balls that you squish and gunk pops out of the holes). When I let him play with it we had the conversation that he was not to use his teeth to squish the ball. What does he do?? He pokes it with a stick and starts drinking the liquid!!!! I pull over on the freeway and am calling Justin to see if I need to call poison control. Evan ended up being fine, but I tell you I was so grateful for his nap!!!