Adoption is doing weird things to me. Transracial adoption is apparently making me plain nuts. Let me explain.
As we leave our neighborhood every day, we pass a field of cows. Caroline loves to yell, “thanks for the milk, cows!” Sometimes she yells, “Look, baby cows!”
A couple of days ago, I saw a couple of those baby cows she loves so much. They were running. It was two of them, and they looked like a couple of children trying to catch up with their mom. One was black, and the other was white. And I got sentimental. And I cried.
Do I think that my two children are going to look like this together? (haha, I don’t think so!) Like I said, I am going nuts.