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!