Yesterday I had the privilege of watching a four-year old while her mommy ran an errand. This little delightful girl made me smile all morning.
Now, truth, I love the fact that my kids are now OLDER, ages ranging from 8 to 23. But age four has its own magic.
During the course of the morning this little girl and I were talking about my daughters. She didn’t know I had three daughters, she didn’t know the “college one.”
We kept talking about the two she did know, Bridget and Malaysia; seems my daughters have made quite the impression on this little girl.
Then I looked at her and said, “Now, did you know that one of them was adopted?”
She looked at me with big brown eyes and I instantly wondered if she even knew the term.
“Do you know what it means to be adopted?”
I could see some confusion so I briefly explained adoption.
She declared that she knew all about adoption.
Then I asked, “Do you know which girl we adopted?”
She paused, thought for a second then smiled really big and then guessed, “Bridget?”
I stood there and tears sprang to my eyes as I thought, wow, out of the mouths of babes…
I just smiled at her and said, “Nope, Malaysia was adopted.”
She registered that and then like all four-year olds, flitted to another task.
This girlie is from the same family that, three years ago, was talking to their kids about our family and mentioned that the Doernemans had adopted. Their then-fourth grade son said, “Really? Which child did they adopt?”
Thank you, friend, for letting me watch your baby girl. And thank you for raising such amazingly pure children that literally, do not see skin color.