It's been a while but today after telling someone about my four children, she asked, "Are those all your real children?"
I cringed inside like I always do. Yet I know at the same time she wasn't being ignorant out of a desire to hurt me. And, as I always do, I told her that I they were all my real children but I was blessed to have adopted three of them.
Yes, those monkeys drive me crazy sometimes, but when I look in my van's rear view mirror, I see four snuggle bunnies who I am blessed to call my children. I can remember the times when I looked back and saw an empty back seat. Now I hear the melodies of "A,B,Cs" and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." I love my real children.