Public adoption moment

I feel like we hit another milestone. Nothing to do with my son per se, but we had our first public adoption encounter.  One of the things about adopting transracially is that we are obvious as an adoptive family when we are out and about. Yesterday we had quite a full day, with our church rummage sale and picnic and then an Italian festival. My husband is Italian and I love Italian food and wine, so we were all hanging out and enjoying the festival and nice weather. I even went grape stomping! It was fun, although I think I came in just about last place. Oh well.

Anyway, we were sitting down and enjoying some wine and music and I was feeding the baby. My husband left the table briefly and this woman came and sat down in his spot. She said hello to the baby and then showed me a picture of her kids on her phone. It turns out that both of her kids are adopted, one from China and the other domestic. We chatted a bit and she said they are thinking of trying for a third and going domestic again this time. We shared what our journey was like.

So that was our first time being approached due to our status as an adoptive family. It felt odd but also kinda nice. Like we were part of some secret club. Actually, it was kind of like passing the family yesterday who had their baby in a sling as I was debuting the homemade sling I made. Our own little club of people with something in common. We have had lots of people ask us about adoption, but it was always people who we knew, even if not very well, like an acquaintance from church or something. I have thought that we (OK-let’s be honest, the baby) got a lot of smiles from African American strangers that we would see, but didn’t know if I was just paying more attention to them or not. Certainly he gets lots of smiles and comments about how cute he is from strangers of all races.

In other news, speaking our church rummage sale. I am just a sucker now for any consignment or rummage sale. My son will be all set next spring and summer with his new outdoor climbing structure and slide. But here is my rant. No boys clothes at all?! I’ve gotten used to girl clothes vastly outnumbering the boy clothes, but they had nothing at all.

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