Saturday, February 15, 2014
Adoptive Moms Don't Get to Complain
Because if we do, instead of getting sympathy, or understanding or empathy from other moms who gave birth to their kids, which for some reason doesn't count as having to involve making a choice to become a parent, I'm basically told, "Well, you made the choice to adopt kids." I don't get it.
Sometimes all I crave is to be able to have a conversation in regular English with anyone. So I talk a lot when I stand in line. Anywhere. Everywhere. With anyone.
Moms everywhere do have to repeat themselves to their kids. It's a given, right? Well, you wouldn't believe how many times I had to tell my 15 year old that she cannot meet President Obama today after we went to see Air Force One fly over us. After the 15th time, I found myself yelling, "NO, YOU CANNOT SEE THE PRESIDENT! DON'T ASK ME AGAIN! DON'T TALK ABOUT IT ANY MORE!"
How many times can one mom listen to:
I wish I see her. He. Him.
I want tell her - he - hello.
Is her - he - like Yanni? (perhaps she meant famous?)
I want see he.
Can we go airplane - airport - see her - he - him?
Are we airport see her - he - him?
Why we cannot see he?
I want see her - he - him.
He is boss of America?
Then my 13 year-old begins...
Mommy, why not you boss of America?
Mommy, you want be boss of America?
Mommy, I want be boss of China.
I know they can speak better English than this, and I beg them to, I nag them to, but they often choose not to.