I’ve been meaning to blog about this for awhile now. A couple of days ago I was grocery shopping and this woman walked by and stopped to admire Jake (my kid is seriously cute so this happens a lot). She asked me “does he get his blue eyes from your husband?”

***now i walk a line with telling people that jake is adopted, it’s his to tell so as he gets older I’ll say less, but i really don’t want him to think that there’s something wrong with not looking like me or my husband so sometimes i put on my adoption ambassador hat as i did this day***

I said “no actually he gets them from his birthparents.” The woman looked at me then said “can I ask you something?” which usually means someone is about to ask me a highly inappropriate question about my son or my fertility or something…okay let me have it lady…”so do you love him like–”

I didn’t even let her finish her sentance I blurted out “like I am his mother, I don’ know any other way to love him…he is my son and yes I love him just as much if not more than I would love a child that I gave birth to…”

The woman then burst into tears. Oh god what have I done? Here I am in Wal-Mart with a well dressed woman standing there with her hand on my sons head bawling her head off. She then tells me that two years ago she placed a baby boy in a closed adoption and she’s been worried ever since that his adoptive parents don’t love him like he is their own. I told her something she needed to hear. So then I started crying too gave this perfect stranger a hug and told her I don’t know an adoptive parent that wouldn’t give their life for their child from that first moment. How terrible to not know where your child is, if they’re loved, how do you even move on from that. Jake is loved, oh so loved.