I'm a total large family gawker. I eagerly engage in every one of the funny tactics that are done to me when I'm in public with my tribe. Turn around, rubberneck, eagle eye, count kids, ask questions that are clearly none of my business...whatsoever.
I can't help it. I have a mammoth crush on mega families. Remember how I once
I know, so annoying.
Truth be told, it's not because I think they are actually all that exceptional. No person is worthy of a pedestal too high, nor do good folks usually prefer them. For the most part, I'm a fairly non delusional, well established subscriber in the flawed nature of human beings. All human beings. No matter what they might try to portray to the contrary. And the harder someone works to gloss over the appearance of their lives, the less glossy they usually are, right?
It's more that
I'm also enthralled with adoptive mamas, especially those who go back and do it again. Double especially those who go back and do it again and adopt the less easily adoptable kids. Whoa. In my mind, that's the pinnacle of human excellency, right there.
So, when I happened across the rare chance to take my daughter to a birthday party today at a mega, adoptive family's house...well, you can imagine. I gawked and asked questions and probed, acting a fool all over the place. It was sort of one of the best days of my life. Kind of like the time I cornered W.J. in the bathroom or when I got to stand in the Cowboy Church of Peyton parking lot for an hour and
And although she has no idea the impact our brief moments together had on me, the words of this woman I met today, this mom to many, like the few and far between mothers like her I have previously met, still ring in my ears.
Because I am listening carefully. I want to be taught. I will learn.
This creepy creeper is paying attention, grateful for the opportunity.
"This is my normal smile." Okay hon.
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