Tonight A and I took our 2nd annual school supply shopping trip.  We did this last year and I really enjoyed spending time with him, one-on-one, even if it was just for glue and scissors.  In the car on the way to the store, he asked me if adults cry.  This conversation led to a completely different place so I’ll try my best to reenact it below:

A: Mama, do grown-ups cry?

Me: Yes, they do.  Grown-ups cry.

A: But why, Mama?

Me: Well, if a grown-up is sad, they might cry.

A: Oh, only when they’re sad?

Me: Grown-ups can cry tears when they’re happy, too.

A: No, they can’t!  You don’t cry when you’re happy!

Me: Yes, sometimes I do.  Like when your Daddy and I found out that we were chosen to be your mama and daddy, I cried because I was so happy!

A: You cried tears because you were happy?

Me: I did!  I was so happy because we waited so long for you, and we prayed that God would give us a little boy or a little girl to take care of, and love, and play with, and have fun together.  And God answered our prayer!

A: Were you sad?

Me: When we were waiting, we were sad.  We were lonely.  We wanted to be someone’s mama and daddy.

A: And then I came to live with you?

Me: Yep!  You came to live with us!  And when we found out that we were going to be your mama and daddy, I cried because I was so happy.

A: I’m glad you’re my mama.  I’m glad I came to live with you and Daddy. And I’m glad you’re not lonely anymore.  RIght, Mama?

Me: Right, A.  


Oh my goodness, I love this boy!