On a good day we play "one of these things is not like the other" and on bad days I have people trying to take my kid to the security dest because they thing she is lost. Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. (So many jokes!) But being an adoptive parent puts you in situations that most normal families just wouldn't have to face.
One of them being, what do you do when your kid starts asking about their birth mom? What do you do if the probability of them finding the birth mother is slim to nil? What do you tell them when they start asking about who they are, where they came from and the history that will forever be an unknown?
I would imagine that the best way to confront these issues is to create an environment for them to grow and flourish in a way that involves positive reinforcement and a view of the situation through rose colored glasses.
Basically... I get to make it up.
It's not lying, per se. Stop it! It's called optimism. Creating a best case scenario of the situation that is unknown. Not lying. Unfortunately, for my beautiful daughter, I am somewhat imaginative and I have noticed some characteristics that seem to fit my story to a tee.
We stole her. Yup! Daddy and I are fugitives. We stole her from a small country somewhere between the continent of Africa and the Mediterranean. She is the sole heir to the throne and terrible missed by her loyal and loving subjects. We originally were going to hold her ransom, you know, since her mom and dad where the Kind and Queen of this country, but we just loved her so much we ended up wanting to keep her.
So that's what we did. We settled down with our partners in crime, her now, brother and sister and decided to walk away from a lucrative life of crime and live in the suburbs holding down a nine to five job in the hopes that we won't be discover for the international fugitives that we are.
Too much?
But hear me out. This could totally work. My youngest is a princess! I know you're thinking your kid is a princess and I am sure that they are. But this child is an actual princess. If I hadn't met her birth mother myself, I would have believed the made up story of stolen princesses because this kid is... a... princess!
I'm talking about yelling commands at people and then giving a look of disbelief when her insane demands are not met. I'm talking about going up to the nearest stranger and asking them to do anything for her. From tying her shoes to buy her a toy, as if this is totally normal for complete strangers to want to do things for her. I'm talking about standing in a puddle and crying because no one has had the decency to take off their jacket and lay it across the wet so that she could walk over it with out her delicate toes getting wet. I'm talking about a three year old that still manages to get random people to spoon feed her.
All the while these complete and utter strangers are wondering where the heck her mother is. And as the said mother, it is hard to teach my spoiled child anything of living in the peasant world when everyone she runs into treats her as the princess that she is accustom to.
So I'm just going to go with it. And the next time she turns to a well meaning women behind me in the check out line and asks her for a candy bar off the shelf I'm just going to look at that women and say as sternly as I can muster:
"What are you waiting for women! The Queen has given you for request, you will do well to obey it or I will have you taken away in shackles, peasant!"
Let child services figure that one out...
Antenellat
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