I had the strangest conversation with my daughter this week. She is fully aware that she is adopted just like her biological brother’s. So the conversation started with an unusual question, she asked me if I kissed her the day I met her. I giggled because she was only 3 weeks when she came to us. I told her the absolute truth that of course I did over and over again.
She next said “well why would you do that I was someone else’s baby”. Now that made me think if she was a stranger’s kid I would not let her eat off my spoon, drink out of my glass but I have never thought twice about allowing any of my kids to eat off my spoon, drink from my cup or share a lick of my ice cream.
I explained to her that the very second they told me about her she was mine. I may not have known her name, given birth to her or even seen a picture of her but I loved her just the same. I told her when she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and squeezed my finger for the first time she made me cry because of how much instant love was just added to our family.
I won’t lie getting 3 kids in 5 months was a lot but I would not change it for anything. We went from changing no diapers to changing 2 kids’ diapers. We went from sleeping in on the weekends to waking up with the birds. We stopped being able to have spontaneous dates to actually having to plan for them. I would never change anything at all in our lives; well ok maybe the cancer but even that made us better parents. I am stronger and more open about things than I had ever been before. By far the best thing in my life comes in threes and their names are Steve, George and Rebecca.