Tonight, when I was tucking our sweet little (very mischievious) 8 year old into bed, he and I were discussing the girls. We talked about the fact that other families might be waiting before us and so we wouldn't know how long it would take to get a referral.
His thoughts were that the people might choose the 'stylish looking' (his words) girls because they looked so nice, and they wouldn't be as nice on the inside, as they looked on the outside.
He figured we should choose the ones that weren't so pretty because they would be the ones that would be nice on the inside! He wasn't concerned how they looked; he just wanted his sisters to come home.
I told him that all the children would be beautiful and that all the parents who are waiting for their little ones to be referred weren't thinking about looks; they were thinking about how wonderful it would be to bring home the little girls they had always wanted. I also told him that God knew exactly which ones were our girls. We didn't need to worry about making the right choice. He smiled - content that the right ones would come our way.
When we next talked about the ages, I reminded him of the ages we were open to. He beamed at the thought of a baby. (A funny aside: while I was tucking him into bed I noticed his 2 year old brother's overalls hanging out of his bedside chest drawer. I opened the drawer and found it full of his clothes. I told him that I had been *looking* everywhere for all these clothes!!! He told me that he was playing that Briton was his baby! *smile* This little boy would *love* a baby sister. )
Anyway, as I told him the ages, he said I should get a tiny, new baby and then people would think that I had been pregnant and had a baby.
I *love* the sweet innocence of children!!! It didn't even cross his mind that people would notice that I gave birth to a black child!! *grin* Love it!
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