Soren was awarded the Big 3 at school AGAIN! He just received this award in October, so he was quite surprised to get it again. I was not surprised at all. Soren is a shining little example of delightfulness at home. I’m happy that he carries this part of himself to school as well. Way to go, Soren!
Corbin’s class performed a song about the respiratory system to the tune of Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. It had about 100 verses and Corbin knows them all. Haha.
I love being at Roundup for the kids. I was a sweaty mess by the time I left. The triplets climbed all over me and took turns melting down, but we made it out in one piece and the boys were so happy we were there.
Funny story, when Soren stood up, the woman seated next to me eyed him, then eyed my multicultural brood in tow. She asked, “he yours, too?” Pointing at Soren. Then asked, “and are these three the same age?” When I answered, “yes”, she nodded and said “oh! Did y’all do that artificial in-sam-in-ation? These two it’s obvious they had a different donor, but that little one don’t look a thing like you neither.”
😳😳 say what?
So that was a first. Haha! I guess it’s better than being called their nanny. I think.
Also better than the comment I got at sams club from the tortilla lady, who asked which one of them was a mistake. I replied, “none of them!” And she asked “well how does that happen then?”
I guess I don’t know how I feel about people coming up with crazy reasons why I’m caring for 2 not white children. I don’t feel like it’s fair to say “they’re in foster care.” Because it’s almost inevitably followed with a negative comment about their birth family, or about the concept of foster care, followed by calling me a “saint for taking on such a challenge.”
Don’t get me wrong. There are a LOT of challenges that I face every day. But can’t we call children something other than a burdensome title right in their faces? How might children grow up differently if every human that felt the need to comment looked them in the eyes and told them they are of great worth. That they are loved. Important. That they matter.
“I mother them.”
is going to be the new answer to try out. I’ll post a follow up on how that goes after a trial run.
Because “artificial insemination” .... 🤦🏻♀️ just. Wow. 😂
Another side note, Corbin’s teacher joined a few others to sing an a cappella Little Drummer Boy. The room was really quiet. Reverent, even. I love that they did this, and I love that Christian Christmas music is still allowed in school here. I also like it when teachers collaborate to use their talents to do fun things for the kids, just for the sake of doing them and sharing a piece of themselves with their students.
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