Once when babysitting for a local family, they had cousins to stay. I don't know why I was informed, but they told me that the cousins were adopted. When I put the two little boys to bed, I read to them and my heart just broke knowing what was in store for them as they got older and started to ask *those* questions. I have no idea how much they knew, but I just wanted to give them a big hug and say it's ok, I understand!
i hate seeing little adoptees. it reminds me of myself, and all the crap i've waded through. looking back, i was not a happy kid. which, admittedly, a good portion can be attributed to my aparents' divorce. (which of course wouldn't have affected me if they hadn't adopted me. it's ~the circle of life~ or something)
Once when babysitting for a local family, they had cousins to stay. I don't know why I was informed, but they told me that the cousins were adopted. When I put the two little boys to bed, I read to them and my heart just broke knowing what was in store for them as they got older and started to ask *those* questions. I have no idea how much they knew, but I just wanted to give them a big hug and say it's ok, I understand!
ReplyDeletei hate seeing little adoptees. it reminds me of myself, and all the crap i've waded through. looking back, i was not a happy kid. which, admittedly, a good portion can be attributed to my aparents' divorce. (which of course wouldn't have affected me if they hadn't adopted me. it's ~the circle of life~ or something)
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