She has your eyes…
I was at a friends birthday party this past weekend. It was in another state at a lovely, local eatery. I sat at the end of a long table next to my husband. I was chatting with two sisters. One next to me and the other across from me. We were making small talk and the topic of children came up. I, of course, told her all about Little Girl. She asked to see a picture. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through and found her school picture.
The lovely woman looks at it and smiled. She said, “she has your eyes.” I was going to go share that she was adopted and begin that tale. I had the story already processing in my mind but then stopped. I simply said, “thank you.” I told her we were pretty lucky. The topic moved on to other things but I tucked that compliment in my heart.
Why is this a big deal? I realized that her adoption is one part of her story. A big part, true, but only one part. She plays piano, does gymnastics, is learning the books of the Bible, has great friends, has a heart of gold. It is one small part of our family life. I think for the first time I felt like a mother. Not an adoptive mother, not a foster mother…just a mother sharing her kid’s picture and accepting compliments like anyone else. We may not share genetics but you can sure guess that Little Girl has my sassiness and my husband’s sense of humor. That comes from being a family!