Chocolate Lizards

About a year ago, Derrick and I took our oldest two boys out to get ice cream and to tell them about their adoptions.  We had prayed since the day that they were born that God would give us the words to say when that day came, but we were still nervous wrecks.  We brought each of them home from the hospital when they were born and although I had never told them that they had come from my belly, they had no reason to think any differently.  We did not want them to ever question our love.  As we sat in the quaint, downtown ice cream shop, we realized we were the only ones in there so it would be the perfect time to tell them they were adopted.  They were in a silly mood that night, but we proceeeded to talk to them about it.  After we had poured our hearts out, we asked them if they had any questions.  Isaiah, who was almost 6 at the time, said, "Yea!  Isn't this the place that has chocolate lizards?"  Derrick and I looked at each other and laughed.  We had agonized so much over this and that was the only question that was asked.  They, until today, had never said another word about it.  I was having lunch with the boys up at school today and Isaiah had already gone back to his class.  Eli and I were cleaning up and when he came back to the table after throwing stuff away, he asked if he was adopted.  I told him that he was and he said he didn't believe me.  I asked him if he remembered his Daddy and me talking to him a while back about it.  He obviously did not because he said, "Well I came from your belly, so I can't be adopted."  So here we are in the middle of the cafeteria, with Eli's class fixing to leave and I'm trying to explain to him all over again about his adoption. (Derrick was out of town of course so here I am stuck with the tough stuff on my own!)
I immediately called Derrick and my parents when I got in my car so they could be praying for him to be o.k. as he processed that information in class.   His heart is so tender.
Well, just as I expected, as soon as I picked the kids up from school Eli got in the car and said, "Isaiah, you're adopted!" (I had told Eli at lunch that Isaiah was adopted too.)
Isaiah says, "O.k., I have no idea what you mean."  For the next 30 minutes or so we had the best talk about it all.  I don't know if God had just shut their ears to it all when Derrick and I told them all of this before, or if they just weren't really old enough to comprehend and understand, but now they know for sure what precious gifts they are to us. 
Our prayers were answered.  They were both in the best moods after our talk.  Thank You Lord for pulling me through that one!
If you are a "birthmother" out there, thank you for the sacrifice that you made so that your child could be loved, provided for and cherished for all of their days.  If you are considering adoption, it's the most wonderful thing you could do!  I can't imagine my life without my boys!
Today there were no "chocolate lizards" in our discussion, but I sure could eat one right now!  :)

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