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Perhaps we should clarify a few things

March 12, 2012
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I love the three-year-old brain.  Well, to be honest, some days the three-year-old brain drives me to the brink of insanity. But on occasion, we get a glimpse of just how confusing it is to be three.  For someone so new, the world is a giant puzzle of making more connections each day, and sometimes we discover that pieces that we thought had been firmly in place for ages were actually not even being associated with the right puzzle.

This weekend we had an appointment to visit the Thai consulate in Chicago to register Pea’s adoption.  Apart from dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s (in the form of obtaining Certificates of Citizenship), this was the last bit of adoption paperwork for our family.  It was easy.  We arrived at the consulate, hung out for about 40 minutes, occasionally looked over some paperwork they brought us to check spelling accuracy, and signed our name three times each.  We felt lucky we lived close enough to drive to a consulate in just a few hours.  Some families have to travel a long distance to complete this final step – there are only 3 consulates in the country where you can register a completed Thai adoption.

As we waited, we had to entertain the kids, who had just spent more than 2 hours in the car and were missing their afternoon naps.  We paged through the glossy photographs of Thailand in the travel brochures in the consulate lobby.  The boys were very interested in the pictures.  It was then that we realized we had a comprehension problem.

Pea asked, as both boys frequently do, when will we go back to Thailand to visit.  Except he phrased it in a peculiar way.  He asked, specificially, “When will I be a baby again so I can be born and go to Thailand?”

Wait, hold on, what now?

We asked him to repeat himself.  “When will I be little so I can be born again and visit Thailand?”

Oh.

I knew exactly what the problem was.  Poor kid.

I have read that young adopted children can sometimes get confused and think that kids are either born or adopted.  So I was careful to be “clear” in the boys’ lifebooks and start with the sentence, “Pea, you grew in your birth mama’s tummy and were born in Thailand.”  He loves his lifebook and loves to hear his personal story and see pictures of all of the people that have been a part of his history.  He brings it to us often to read, and can tell us the story himself.

But we now realized that he thinks that the only way to go to Thailand is to be born there, and since we’ve talked about going back, he thinks he’s going to get little again.

Oops.  Parenting Fail.

It’s time to talk more about airplanes.

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. March 12, 2012 8:47 am

    I love it! It’s awesome what they come up with in order to make sense of what’s going on around them. I’m sure he’ll sort out the airplane thing pretty quick. 🙂

  2. March 12, 2012 2:39 pm

    Kind of fascinating! I was worried you were going to say he asked if someone was taking him away that day or something. I love that they are so excited to return to Thailand at some point. I’m sure he’ll get straightened out quickly!

  3. Nancy permalink
    March 12, 2012 9:39 pm

    Robin & all –
    Congratulations on finishing one of those “last few steps!” You’ll have to show me if they had any new cool brochures out!

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